1. FebruaryTo everything there is a time: a time to give birth and to die, to plant and to uproot, to weep and to laugh. Whoever accepts the time finds peace under the sun. 24. FebruaryFor one face — Helen's — a war of ten years broke upon them. Cities sank, heroes fell, mothers wept on the wall. So dearly do people pay for an image they carry in their hearts and call reality. 12. MayZhuangzi sat by his wife's grave, beating a drum and singing. Birth and death, he said, alternate like spring and autumn. 24. JuneI write of melancholy in order to escape melancholy; whoever dissects and names the stirrings of the mind has already half disarmed them. 11. JulyThe world is dew — / dew, and fleeting. / And yet... and yet. 14. AugustWipe away your tears, says Philosophy; the cloud of the passions has darkened your sight. Remember who you are — then light will return to the eye. 20. OctoberThe well that brings up your laughter today has often held your tears. What you call joy is your sorrow with its mask removed. 5. NovemberRemember me when I am gone, far gone into the silent land. But if remembering makes you sad, then rather forget me and smile than grieve.