My mental sky is gray, seemingly apathetic to its ordained task of separating the dark from the light. Despondent, the clouds burst open and a tsunami of tears drenches my soul with sadness. Questions of significance, meaning, and purpose, like torrential rain breech the levies of my inadequate emotional aqueduct, and the usually peaceful valleys of my existence become flooded with despair. I find myself mystically transported to a graveyard where I sit cross-legged staring at my own tombstone. I…..