Wedge your arm into someone's intestines, place a bomb, and watch it explode; that is exactly how any survivor feels. All loss, no matter how trivial, is destructive; as Elizabeth Bishop gracefully yet ironically states in her villanelle One Art: "the art of losing isn’t hard to master." While it may become an art to become accustomed to loss (or rather, the art of desensitization) there is no art in grieving a lost identity, and consequently, having to discover it again. Sometimes, we never do discover it, we merely create a new one.