He rated rather highly on the pain-o-meter and this made him singularly unattractive. And so he sought out a woman who matched his pain. Their dating was very intense and heartfelt, and each momentarily felt they had found a partner who understood their own pain. And so they married, in a Greek-Orthodox church by a good priest, only to discover their pain was uniquely their own.
Unfortunately, they obsessed on their pain and passed it on to their children who led painful lives. Except for one child, Isadora, whose pain became an awakening. She utilized her pain to become aware. Isadora refused to let pain monopolize her identity to major, then to graduate, PAIN-CUM-LAUDE.
Her pain management broke down the wall which isolated each member of her family into separate cell holes. Isadora poured out a groundwork for each hurt to release its suffering and to become awakened. She created a structure for wounds to become doorways, so the person could move onward. It wasn't easy. Yet it was less unbearable to clutch it so tightly, to hold on to it, to steep in pain, to marinate in it like some Greek salad locked in a jar of ancient family vinegar — and the tragedy of it all was it could never be served 'cause the lid was screwed on too tight.
Three of Isadora's siblings followed her example, managed their pain, and moved
forward, to become new addresses of expression. The rest were too pained.
Letter to the Author at SoulGnosis@aol.com