My elephant says that emptiness is the worst thing. He says that elephants' heart is made of many parts, but sometimes one of them is cut away. It is painful, it is as if they were cutting his proboscis or a piece of his big ears, and the stubborn elephant fights until the very end not to lose it. But when it is gone it is gone, and the elephant can only accept it. Sometimes it is hard to understand: Why should someone do that to you? But it happens, and there is no explanation. Many things are not under our control and we just have to accept them.