There is nothing capricious in nature and the implanting of a desire indicates that it's gratification is in the consitution of the creature that feels it.
"I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know." Ralph Waldo Emerson
Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: Thou art not my friend, & I'm not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I've been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I'm going home...
...She lays her beams in music, In music every ore, To the candence of the whirling world Which dances round the sun- That so they shall not be displaced By lapses or by wars, But for the love of happy souls Out live the newest stars.