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When Melancholy slipped in,

uninvited, unexpected,

yet not denied,

I asked,

"What do you want of me?"

"To be known, really deeply known"

was the reply.

And so we sat.

My elderly Whiskered Friend,

who senses such things,

curled up in my lap.

And so we sat.

A tear.

A purr.

A smile.

A m...

An Astrological View. 

Sadness, sometimes named 'depression,' can descend and envelop the soul in a deep dark state. And yet, the words 'depression' or 'sadness' do not capture the fullness of the mood. Perhaps because there seem to be different kinds with different nee...