There is something sad in a single loss of life or future wife.
But this sadness is lost on the great wailing sea of people dying and divorcing.
Each private tragedy acted out on a private stage sadness reigns forth like tenthousand stray puppies searching for scraps in a cold concrete forest.
Each day we revel in delight playing and making light there are tenthousand sadnesses now and throughout history.
For that one smile in a wink of time is that a crime?