Hopeless numbness settling in. Not selling my millions of shares before trading was halted seemed warranted as I recall so many promising opportunities for deals with improbable failure. Even now, although more cautiously portrayed, some remain. 

It was a good fight. I did what I could. Did Tyhee do the same? 

As I now deal with poverty and declining heath, I'm reminded of what Bukowski wrote:

"If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery — isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is."