[1.8.26] 
                [while reading and upon finishing Wuthering Heights, I felt a Lingering in my body that I could not escape.]
            
            "  One must imagine Heathcliff happy!

                'But why Heathcliff?' one may question, 'Why not, instead, any of those
            he has hurt deeply instead?' Well, it is simple cause and effect-- is it not!
            If our dear Heathcliff was without suffering, where would he pull from to pu-
            sh suffering onto others? That is the true catalyst. One may think that the
            root of his peers' suffering is their proximity to him, but it is rather the
            beginning of the suffering-- the weed to be pulled out-- lies within himself 
            as a mere child. For if the weed was pulled-- its roots pulled out and its l-
            eaves burried back in-- and if new seeds were planted; that old weed may act
            as fertilizer for new growth. One could rear a garden of equanimity and sym-
            biosis: where each planted may benefit another growing. Instead the envasive
            weeds had been left there to fester! And so there was no spcae left in the g-
            arden of Mind, Body, and Soul for anything to grow other than suffering. And
            weeds must do what weeds only know how to do; which is spread-- far and past
            any boundries you try to confine them within.
                    
               One must eliminate the suffering in poor Heathcliff before all he becomes
                is a weed set on propogation.  "    
        

"take me back," you say.