what joy is there in joy, if not to have felt the sting of grief.
what noise is there to be withstood, if not to have savored the silence in its stead.
what peace and contentment does one get, if not to have felt fear and dread.
what sustenance is there in a morsel, if not to have panged with hunger.
what fun is there in a laugh, if not to have cried sorrowful tears.
what point is there to life, if not punctuated by death
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