Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
So perhaps I am not crazy in these thoughts- in this struggle to make sense of contradiction. Perhaps there is something to it all- love and sorrow flowing mingled down. Yes there must be. This contradiction, this tension, holds a glorious secret up to us, and I want to know what it is. Wouldn't it just make sense if sorrow was the path that took me there?