This rich fugue.

How interesting that we can know multiple emotions at the same time. There's usually that strong main line—the one that most thoroughly colors memory. But just as present is at least one counterpoint, and usually another one beside.

Even the boldest joy does not mean an absence of suffering and a love for resting can include a fear of boredom and a longing (and subsequent thankfulness) for loved ones. We can know a full love from God and an itch for human affection, a desire to belong and a panging need to be an individual.

Some might use the word contrapuntal right now,
but I'm not entirely sure what it means.

Inspiration cited: Bach's Fugue 2 and Roger Lundin