Entering Intellect

Silent and syncopated with grief, tears falling steadily into the deepest part of being. Suffering in the throes of a sadness that will not lessen no matter what is done in life. Entering intellect, hoping to find an answer, being told only that emotions and feelings are not a part of it's repertoire. Suggesting investigating that part of being separately, because it is not a particle within itself. Understanding can be done, on a certain level, for any- thing else I must go into depths of feelings and emotions. swimming around them and learning of their essence first hand.