There is a truth to pain that few other things in the world can tell;
The self-realization it inflicts in beginning, the humility and gratitude it grants at the end.
Real pain is both truth serum and intoxicant; Both poison and antidote.
It shows the best of the good, and the worst of the evil.
Sometimes it covers you like a blanket, sometimes it pours like water. Sometimes it burns, like fire.
In its hex you feel most human, under its lure you feel clear and sharp, and now it is yours.