I sometimes feel that I'm borrowing other people's emotions. That I can have no idea of the specific pain of an event unless I, myself, have experienced it. But that's not true. The range of human emotion is only identifiable because it is shared by all humanity. We all know, in some form, pain and sorrow and joy and love, even if only as a dream. It's what makes us create and destroy; the basis of society and anarchy the same. Just as there is no reason for fear, there is no reason for hope. And yet they are. Because we are.

and at the end of a sunlit day the dark is just the same before a rain-soaked dawn.