Good Grief 4

It becomes very difficult to see the full picture. Of course, we never can but when life is following some sort of apparently coherent pattern, whatever that may be, it doesn't seem to matter. There is a flow of sorts. But grief and loss seismically fracture that. Suddenly there is no firm ground and I feel as though I am inhabiting constantly shifting sands. Things that I thought had some degree of certainty collapse, everything that seems solid disintegrates. It is a new order but there is no joy, no enthusiasm, no interest in discovery, no direction, no purpose, no energy. The world is there in full colour and I don't care. I inhabit elsewhere.