Grief (n.) is felt in the mind, yet if pressed I would point to my stomach — love to the breast, a flash of thought to the head.
Grief (n.) makes the whole world look grey — but a grey world before my mind would be the cause of grief, not grief itself.
Grief (n.) cannot be observed by having it: are you then observing your own observing?
Grief (n.) is not composed of feelings the way granite is of feldspar, mica and quartz.
Grief (n.) felt deeply for one second sounds queer — not merely because it rarely happens.
Grief (n.) rehearses its sad thoughts incessantly.
Grief (n.) has features no more meaningful than their mobility.
Grief (n.) is located in the mind — which mostly means we do not speak of a bodily place for it, though we point to our chest.