The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.

Neither from itself nor from another,Nor from both,Nor without a cause,Does anything whatever, anywhere arise.

But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

With certainty, I can predict that there will never be a cure to cancer. The only hope for any of us is to concentrate on cause and prevent the misery.

I hereby propose the term “miserize”, as a verb for misery – referring to “to cause misery”.

He always liked to take things apart and put them back together.