i am not a man of poetic means so I will put this as simply as I can by using one of the books own MANY allegories its true a bowl of muddy cloudy water will clear when left alone but said bowl of water unless treated or filtered will just become as murky the moment its slightly jostled. in short not thinking sad thoughts to not be happy is just a pretty spin on I'm just going to bottle up all my feelings until I die and don't need to worry about them.
