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[nihilo]

[ She sounds breathless, breathy, terribly in awe: ]

Most of the universe is terra incognita.

Unknown, never to be discovered if not for its indelible pull on what we can see. What we conceive is only a mere five percent, a fragment. The rest is guesswork.

Here, there, [ sigh ] everywhere be dragons.

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[commandsthewind]

They say a deep pain burns where love used to be.

That is assuming that love is a happiness at all. [and in Elizabeth's experience, it was just a bitterness.] Not that is the only happiness to be had in life.

Pain and happiness to compliment each other, but I do not think one needs to be present or not present in the other. Sometimes happiness is unexpected after all.

[nihilo]

Does that mean the difference between them is a matter of quantity not of quality?

[ She chuckles. ] A little pain?

[commandsthewind]

I think that depends on the person. But truly, many little happiness do not make up a true deep one.

[Elizabeth bits her lip, thinking over her words again.] A little pain is ignorable, depending on the pain itself.

[nihilo]

What is a true, deep one? Love?

[commandsthewind]

Love is a bad example. [there's old pain in her voice, for that part.] Love is something that is beyond simple definitions of happiness and pain.

[nihilo]

[ She chuckles. ] Will you tell me it is both?

[commandsthewind]

I am sure there is some tortured poet that insists so. [she shakes her head, amused over that briefly.]

No, I think that is a poor description of love. It has parts pain and happiness, but more besides that. It has too much faith in it.