Even the greatest feelings must come to an end. Or else how is it that these meanings ever had a purpose, a feeling. In order to enjoy what is good, what is splendid what is heavenly, there must be a great doom which may just wipe smiles from all faces. If there were not such things, how would we know the feelings of joy while remembering them as a fondness? Without pain, what would pleasure be? With only pleasure without deep sadness, how much worth would the pleasure really enjoy?