whats wrong in dwelling in a tad bit of a pensive mood? Let me use your analogy of "one man's ceiling is another man's floor," if I may. If one doesnt have a reference to a floor, how can a ceiling exist. If one cant adopt sadness, how can one even acknowledge happiness. Mandela did what he had to do; forgive, forget or even forgo his youthful dreams. Regardless, I dont think he put his glass down. Irrespective of how awful it tasted he drank every bit of that drink. Thats my perception, but again...