Pain

There are times when you feel as if every atom of your physical body is there only to inform you that it hurts.  It is a coma of pain that affords you no degree of separation from what is you and what hurts.  Pain can be life if it awakens you to the fact that every part of you exists, that you do have a lower back, legs and shoulders, fingers and a neck and each part is part of you.  However there is a point when pain ceases to provide you with the knowledge that you exists and begins to inform you that this is the process called dying, a process we are all in varying degrees of acknowledging.  This all may sound cynical or depressing but another way of understanding it is that of someone searching out all of his life and trying desperately to document that which he finds, a mere children’s story from a child of God.  “Where oh death is your victory, where oh death your sting?”