"Human." "Divine." As if they were somehow how two rather than one. Similarly, "animal," "plant," "mineral." None of them exists separately from the others.
Consider your hand. What makes it a "hand"? The pulse that flows through it? The mind in which the image of it is held? If you removed the flesh, or the muscle or the bones, would it still be a "hand"?
Life is like your hand, it is not a sum of its parts, it is whole and indivisible. Joy, sorrow, victory, defeat, each a distinct thread but all taking on meaning only as the tapestry into which they are woven.
Live this way, and you will not short change yourself.
