Sometimes in our travels we meet a person, an accidental stumbling into someone we may know already or a happenstance incident of new relations. But in this happening, we find some sort of strength. We realize how strange and wonderful and funny the world around us really is. And the tragedy and the terror of our souls simply melts for a brief instance of knowing that everything will be alright somehow.
The curious cat would question the why and when and how. But simply I say we should lie in our feather graves and smile. Hell, it could always be worse, right?