is there cause in this life I try hard to be moral who can hear when I say or wonder what should be done spectors, spirits, poltergeists omnipotent ghosts floating in nothing? trudging onward through this muck tolerate disquietude wanting to subdue the thoughts that aren’t a part how to accept / how to know for sure is there any salvation from this? what can I do while I am still here? the worst part is just not knowing what succeeds