 Or it's like a potluck. Or it's like a, oh, let me get that for you. Or, oh, you need a ride to the hospital. Got it. Or, oh, okay, come on in. Come on in. That sorrow makes the sweetness, I think, not only more radiant, but the awareness of the sorrow makes the sweetness maybe more possible. I think of being aware of our sorrow, which we're often inclined and encouraged not to be. Yeah.