I read something recently that really moved me — one man’s account of what he calls “pain beyond words.” It was in a New York Times blog, and it contained some profound statements to which I related at the deepest level, including this:
“I have no patience these days with the Nietzschean cliché, ‘That which does not kill us makes us stronger.’ I’ve found that the deepest pain holds no meaning. It is not purifying. It is not ennobling. It does not make you a better human being. It just is.
All the worst pain does is reduce us to our most primal animal. We want it to stop. We want to survive. It short-circuits any sense of self, diminishes us to a bundle of biological reflexes.”
I read something recently that really moved me — one man’s account of what he calls “pain beyond words.” It was in a New York Times blog, and it contained some profound statements to which I related at the deepest level, including this:
“I have no patience these days with the Nietzschean cliché, ‘That which does not kill us makes us stronger.’ I’ve found that the deepest pain holds no meaning. It is not purifying. It is not ennobling. It does not make you a better human being. It just is.
All the worst pain does is reduce us to our most primal animal. We want it to stop. We want to survive. It short-circuits any sense of self, diminishes us to a bundle of biological reflexes.”
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