Were there no darkness we could not know light, were there no sorrow we would never know joy.
Sorrow chisels out a storehouse within the soul, wherein may be stored the things of the spirit. The deeper sorrow carves, the more of these the storehouse will hold. Sorrow digs the well from which are drawn the refreshing waters of compassion and understanding; the deeper the well, the more pure its waters.
Joy and sorrow are inseparable companions, one reveals the other. They enter your life together and thenceforth keep the watches with you. Always one remains by your side, while the other sleeps.
You are suspended in the scales balanced between joy and sorrow, and not until you become an empty body do the balances stand at rest. As life pours out your moulding portion into the scales, so the balances of joy and sorrow fall and rise.
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