Resurrection is...tolerable. Like a trip to the bathroom, if you dare to look at the end product for what it is, you see it's just a poo circling the drain in a shameful display of indifference. An unrecognizable hodgepodge of everything that was once grand and good, now coated in dirtiness.
One can either accept its existence as part of life, or continue to mourn for what could've been.