It's the height of irony - pain makes us feel entirely alone. Like there's nothing outside of ourselves and that tight little ball of agony.
In fact, it's our common currency. We've all felt it, or will feel it, or both. It's the thread that connects us - the capacity to feel pain is part of what makes us human.
Smoke. Prayers. You will come through - though for a while at least you may not want to.
Bill, thanks for reminding me about that C.S. Lewis book. Been years since I read it - very worthwhile.
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