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To be alone I have the same attitude as the other to the blessing of the Church. It's for me the grace of God. Closing the door of his house, I always realize that committing to yourself merciful act. Cantor as an illustration to the concept of infinity was telling the disciples a story about a man who held a hotel with an infinite number of rooms, and they were all busy. Then came one more guest. Then the owner did this: he moved the guest from room one to room two, who lived in room two to room three, the one who lived in room three to room four, and so on. Was released for the new guest room number one.
In this story, it fascinates me that all the participants and guests, and the owner - I think it's a natural conduct of an infinite number of operations so that one man could live peacefully in its own private room. This is a real hymn to loneliness.

On this day died not only child. Something in Cipollone went deep inside and never returned. It seemed that he was not theory to explain what happened. Me too. The only thing we could do in response was to drop everything and go on. Kneading sorrow, to pour it in a spoon and dissolve it with anger. Then squirt it into a stinking purulent vein, and continue in a new one. Not to stop, to stand, to leave, to Rob, to steal, to obdurate people, pump yourself with sorrow waiting for the day when over Lafayette. Because no matter how much you stash, or how much you steal; you never have enough. No matter how often you go to someone to Rob and cheat. Every time you have to get up and continue in the new.

- Forces the human to quench in the heart of the grief of loss?
- No, but we can rejoice reclaimed.

I know you
Know whether your name
Where now, you're waiting for me
Where one day we will be together.
Do you hear my cry,
Do I return my heart
Where are you waiting for, where you live
Where one day we will be together.

In love grief is contagious, and if a lover, experiencing emotional pain, not able to hide it, she immediately piped sweetheart, even if he does she doesn't explain.

Who ever loved knows how much of life and sorrow and joy.

It is very important to remember that we always weep for themselves.

The great tribulation rest for yourselves: these tears are not expressed.

Sorrow and joy - not water and oil. They co-exist.

All can survive, no matter how impossible it may seem at first. Over time grief will diminish. Not that it disappeared altogether, but the fact that remains, it is already possible to live.

How to destroy the grief, I don't know the rules.

And I see her and lose her and grieve
And my sorrow is like the sun
in cold water.

People in their sorrows are not alone - there is always someone who thinks, rejoices or grieves the same way and it gives us the strength to adequately respond to our call.

But one thing we have in common is the talent for suffering, Yes, a talent for sorrow, Yes, and passion for that magic, that mystery we call music.