"The world is like a wedding hall," the Talmud says. A rather improbable remark, given all the pain. How is it like a wedding hall? A nineteenth century Hasidic rabbi tried to explain the Talmudic adage with a story. A man came to a town and heard singing and dancing from a particular building. He asked what was going on and was told it was a wedding. The next night the same thing happened. And the night after that. Finally, the man questioned how one family could have so many weddings. "That is not a home!" he was told. "It is a wedding hall. Tonight one couple is getting married there, tomorrow someone else."
— Nancy Fuchs, Our Share of Night, Our Share of Morning