Stress is organizing the ideas in my head; HAPPINESS is figuring out the first line of my poem. Stress is figuring out the second line of my poem; BLISS is writing it down. Stress is having to punctuate my free thought; HEAVEN is writing the last period. Most times, there's always more to say AFTER that last period, but it's still a HEAVENLY FEELING. In conclusion, (re)Configured thoughts plus a pen can equal poetry. It adds up, I've done the math.