I find that mondays are usually the best of days. It's when you feel the most morose, angstful and ill tempered. You might not like it at the time, but more often than not, that lemon of a day gets slowly squeezed into delicious porridge. Or is it lemonade?
Whatever the case may be, there is something deeply profound in what we perceive as sadness. All these mixed emotions tangling together for nought but mixed conceptions perceived by our own slanted view of reality. We are in essence being tricked by our bodies to feel this, oh so important emotion. The fact that we through thousands of years of evolution retained the power of emotion and thought, and through that process gained the ability to recognise the huge implications of another human being dying, is what I believe to be beauty.
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