Yea, I say unto you, my son, that there could be nothing so exquisite and so bitter as were my pains. Yea, and again I say unto you, my son, that on the other hand, there can be nothing so exquisite and sweet as was my joy.
I have the choice to focus on either joy or paing when I'm not feeling either one. He can help me choose joy if I ask.
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