God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.
RumiWe are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
Rumi