People think its all about misery and death and all that shite, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. After all, we're not stupid...and least not that stupid.
"Oh!" said the boy, "teach us to sing and dance and laugh and cry. Weve tried to survive so long on money and sex and envy and real estate and football and basketball and automobiles and television and alcohol, on sawdust and broken glass!" "Open your eyes!" said the man. "Do I look like a dancer, a singer, a man of joy?" "Open your eyes!" said the man. "Would a man nourished by beauty look like this? You have nothing but desolation and desparation here, you say? I bring you more of the same!" "My eyes are open!" said the boy, "and I see exactly what I expect to see. I see a man who is terribly wounded, because he has dared to pass through the fires of truth to the other side, which we have never seen. And then he has come back again, to tell us about the other side."