"Even when a person has all of life's comforts - good food, good shelter, a companion - he or she can still become unhappy when encountering a tragic situation."

I might be wrong, but I think it was Dalai Law who said that.


I know I'm on the good side. I'm lucky and I can face the necessary self-isolation with all possible advantage.

Nevertheless sometimes a malicious gloominess starts haunting my monotonous, but safe days.
Does it happen to you as well?

There is always an alternative, a way to fight to recover one's good balance.
A shelter in a shelter. It might be music; it might be any other rewarding domestic activity.

My shelter is a book.

Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people—people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.