Your joy is your sorrow unmasked
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay sorrow is the greater."
But I say to you they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember the other is asleep upon your bed.