> Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate

> Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer. > This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me. -- Bertrand Russell Personally, what additional happiness I could get from not suffering, because of the things he mentions and more, I wouldn't want. That pain is a signal, and to bear it, to use it, rather than numb it or dismiss it as mere party pooping is one of the skills of life IMO.