It seems to me that almost
all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we
no longer hear our astonished emotions living. Because we are alone with the
unfamiliar presence that has entered us; because everything we trust and are
used to is for a moment taken away from us; because we stand in the midst of a
transition where we cannot remain standing. That is why the sadness passes: the
new presence inside us, the presence that has been added, has entered our
heart, has gone into its innermost chamber and is no longer even there, - is
already in our bloodstream. And we don't know what it was.