"Since you're gone, nights are getting strange. Since you're gone, nothing's making sense." - The Cars, Since You're Gone
My guinea pig, Autumn, passed away recently, so I'm doing both of my Moral Compass quotes for this week in memory of her. My first quote is from one of my favorite songs by The Cars, an 80's band who favors the synthesizer. It also depicts my emotions after her death quite accurately: a sense of a hole opening inside of myself, a constant feeling like something is missing in my life. Through this experience, I can connect to the narrator of Night, by Elie Wiesel. It is a memoir, so Elie himself is the narrator. Elie is a Jewish boy of 15 when he and his town are taken by the Nazi Empire and made to live in concentration camps for 1 - 2 years. He feels this sense of a great hole opening up inside of himself twice: once when his faith in a God of absolute justice is killed by the unheeded suffering around him, and once when his father is murdered by an SS officer with a club. The only difference between Elie and me at those times was that Elie was numb to pain, emotional or physical, due to all that he had been through.