Somewhere, someone is crying. And the world laughs. Somewhere, someone is
watching someone else cry. And the world laughs. Somewhere, someone is
dying. And the world laughs. Somewhere, someone has just committed suicide.
And the world laughs. Somewhere, someone is realizing how it feels to
despair; to have your world fall around you, to have everything you believed
in and hoped for fail; to understand the difference between sadness and
misery, and between misery and emotional death. And the world laughs, sighing
to itself how wonderful life is.
  When people grin while pain is before them, when people avoid thought
because it disturbs them too much, when a grieving, aching life is pronounced
to be beautiful, then will the blind walk the Earth and fill it with a
cheerful buzz, as the tormented are forced to withdraw and lead out their
senseless lives, alone and unloved, and forgotten.
  Oh, what a sick world that cannot understand. Oh, what utterly lost souls
that do not see their own folly. How thoughtless not to recognize sadness
when it lies in front of you.
  The wise are vastly outnumbered. They cannot win the fight.
  God help us all.