  I am Midori of seventy six and seventy seven. Love is defined in many ways, one of torturer and one of the tortured. I am both, in that order. Live's unhappiness does not come altogether. That's why they say 'life has its ups and downs' and not 'life has its downs and downs'. Life's little up is the nice bowl of white grained rice, picked by chopsticks without splinters and fish whose bones do not choke you. What are the chances of one coughing out blood and dying on the spot? One in one, one might hope, but fat hope. It does not come in such a neat package. You would need to first cough out enough blood, go for checkups, being pricked with numerous needles, go through numerous operations and down doses of awful tasting drugs and to be told to rest at home and wait. You would wait and wait and still you would not die. This is life's little down, at least for the one hopeful of the simple outcome. In the process, I might choose to strangle someone first, just for the thrill. 
