Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
Friends given by God in mercy and in love; My counsellors, my comforters, and guides; My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy; Companions of my young desires; in doubt My oracles; my wings in high pursuit. Oh! I remember, and will ne'er forget Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours; Our burning words, that utter'd all the soul, Our faces beaming with unearthly love;-- Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope Exulting, heart embracing heart entire.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Animals too experience sorrow, love, anger and other emotions.
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