It's very hard to keep your spirits up. You've got to keep selling yourself a bill of goods$$$ and some people are better at lying to themselves than others. If you face reality too much$$$ it kills you.... you've got to find an answer to the question: Why go on?

Don't think of death as an ending. Think of it as a really effective way of cutting down your expenses.

Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.

I am thankful for laughter$$$ except when milk comes out of my nose.

I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That's the two categories. The horrible are like$$$ I don't know$$$ terminal cases$$$ you know$$$ and blind people$$$ crippled. I don't know how they get through life. It's amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you're miserable$$$ because that's very lucky$$$ to be miserable.

They yearn for what they fear for.

From there we came outside and saw the stars

As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.

Because your question searches for deep meaning$$$ I shall explain in simple words.

Such hours are beautiful to live$$$ but very hard to describe.