Every emotion, or more accurately every mood, reveals itself as the face of a different mood. Melancholy becomes sadness becomes loneliness becomes grief, becomes depression becomes anger becomes fear becomes loss becomes horror becomes... the only termination is in absurdity. But only in following some such path do you arrive at something of the weight of it. At the outset absurdity is lighter than air, funny, almost a delight in that you feel yourself so more than its equal.