Grieving like being blind is a strange business you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning but after the early bursts of tears after the praises have been spoken and the good days remembered and the lament cried and the grave closed there is no company in grief. It is a burden borne alone.
It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood.