Even a half inch thick prayer bump ("zebibah" meaning "raisin") caused by slamming your head on the pavement five times a day is not enough to get you through the hard times.
When executing homosexuals and torturing student protesters no longer excites you, you need a new outlook on life. Perhaps companionship; an understanding shoulder or warm, gentle eyes to gaze into and lose yourself. Preferably someone just as batshit crazy as you.
A quick, passionate embrace and it seems like your very soul is on fire. Those moments are precious. Nothing says "I Love You" like a big, wet muh-ah from a mullah.
But then there are times when you know that the magic is gone and you despair that you'll ever find it again. A quickie on the cheekie and we're done.
Just when it seems like all hope is gone, suddenly, someone walks into your life and the vale of tears disappears.
The Sun always seems to shine just a little bit brighter when a new nutjob walks into your life.