Nothing's beyond reckoning —that 

dissolution of the self does not happen, dang

it does not matter much in reality

And though reality is relative, what with the passage of time

and lives in a continual transition

Pain is real, so are smiles and breezy mornings

Nothing relative there

When soul-crushing things happen, and there is

an ache difficult to set aside, the questions of 

existence become moot

People have still strived to find scraps of meaning