When a person screams in pain, the actual pain is only half the noise they make. The other half is the terror at being forced to accept that they exist.

Man is born unto the trouble as the sparks fly upwards.' In other words suffering is germane to our existence; indeed, how without it, should we be able to 'fly upwards

We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.

It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.

Through me the way into the suffering city,Through me the way to the eternal pain,Through me the way that runs among the lost.Justice urged on my high artificer;My maker was divine authority,The highest wisdom, and the primal love.Before me nothing but eternal things were made,And I endure eternally.Abandon every hope, ye who enter here.

I was starting to come to grips with the fact that I had created a lot of pain and suffering around me, not just within me.