The delicacy of our perception is so roughed up by the reproach of suffering as truth. Suffering is real, suffering is everywhere, intimate, on-going and often true. But is it true that suffering is our “real” or “first” experience? If ignored it can become so. If acknowledged, it pales. No one wishes to be alone in suffering, but look too to joy, creation, love, or … simply our perception: of clouds, faces, trials, yes, injustice, but also morning. This delicacy need not be roughed-up, as we may ignore the already understood: many ignore suffering, but shall it define our experience?