A WELL–KNOWN stanza which has cheered many a burdened heart runs:
"The inner half of every cloud
Is bright and shining:
I therefore turn my clouds about
And always wear them inside out
To show the lining."
This method of dealing with the trials and sorrows of mortals, while a great improvement over a somber and gloomy attitude, can never do more than alleviate the results of the false sense of life in matter, because of the latent belief that these trials are real, either sent by God for some inexplicable reason, or the result and punishment of sins and mistakes which have been unaccounted for, or even for disobedience to physical laws.
