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Lisa, I read this today in a book called The Prophet.
Then the woman said, speak to us of joy and sorrow. And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises is oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper the sorry 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 potters oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "joy is greater than sorrow," 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 that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily, you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.