Was he a pleasant man hiding behind a mask of seeming carelessness or an unpleasant man hiding behind a mask of charm & smiles? Or like most humans, was he a dizzying mix of contradictory charactersticks?
My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.
It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.
The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.
