Where men can't live gods fare no better. - Cormac McCarthy

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.

But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse