The pain we feel is not real. It is made of thought particles organized in a way that scratches our bones and skin and eventually eats our souls. This evening I had an enlightening conversation with my 13 y.o. son about time-space, randomness, must and wish, what is truth and what is negotiable, our hypersensitive nature, love and death, and the importance of being aware of it all, especially in discomfort.
