As the child worshipped joy, so did the adult she would become. Forever after, she believed that pain and frustration and suffering were meaningless aberrations, never a normal part of life, never to be accepted as the inevitable nature of human existence--and never to be considered important.
Pain and frustration and suffering are aberrations, but how do we handle the metaphysical reality of those aberrations? To those who suffer them, they are certainly not meaningless, and they are an omnipresent part of life. Four years ago, my ex-wife(we're still best of friends) learned that she had breast cancer and underwent chemo and a radical mastectomy. All of this at the ripe old age of 30. Pain, frustration and suffering have understandably affected her life. She is a statistical aberration, yet she exists as such. Her pain and suffering can't be denied through the statistical averages. Ayn denigrated the literature that presented the statistical average, but seems to have had an affinity for the statistical average in certain aspects of life.
I'm sussing out my ideas here, so bear with me. I suppose my question is thus: how do we as objectivists brush aside the "aberrations"? Though an aberration, when reality steals our youth and our joys, how do we address it? Is empathy such a bad word?