Nothing much to add tonight but then, I must say something.
That voice that screams of our past, the pains of our hearts that tears our joy to our remembering. Joy is sorrow enfolded, sorrow is joy encapsulated. The voice screeches, breaking the barrier to insanity, pain is both history lesson and teacher. To overcome pain, embrace it, accept it, as hard as pain is, it is the inconsistency that bears consistency.