Pain is what pain does. Most people seek
to avoid
it. It is probably one of the most fundamental warning
signs, and yet I say
only most people seek to avoid it. There is another fringe that
doesn't avoid it, that actually seeks it out. There is a fringe that seeks
to harness it for its own use, for its own pleasure,
for its own sanctity.
It is that push toward that fear zone, that tilt around what's sane and
normal and sane and desirable and normal that we follow.
Pins and
needles.
Sledghammers and bulldozers. Whack! Wham!
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The needle doesn't tear the
flesh. It simply parts it at
the point of entry.
Gradually pushes the
parts apart as it glides through the organism. The nerves are politely
moved out of the way. What once was closed, now is
not. What once was
(sane) one, now is (insane) none. The hole. The filler. The pain. No. I
don't like pain. I don't crave it. I don't love it. I
don't fear it. I
don't deny it. It is there. It is useful. It is simply a matter of mind
over time.
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Three hundred wise men once lined up to give me a bloody
nose.
Fists in hand, pain on the brain, they marched ahead
and beyond. I only
know what can be done without pain. What is that they say?... No pain, no
gain? No hole, no whole? Hmmm...
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