I celebrated in my progress, rejoiced at the instability of mankind, and have felt ecstatic with sadness at the void that threatens to swallow sanity, and madness.
Should I jump for joy at the mayhem of the universe? Or I should rejoice to see you at any time so deeply absorbed, distracted, in your devotions of apathy that you had not a single thought to spare for the carnage. No. I grief for you and me.