The concept of pain is, at its core, a gift wrapped in barbed wire.
It is the body's desperate scream, the soul's frantic alarm bell ringing in the void. To feel pain is to know with absolute certainty that something is wrong. It is the heat that snaps the hand back from the flame before the flesh is charred. It is the sharp reminder that you are mortal and fragile and currently under siege.
Without pain, we would wander into fire and feel nothing until we were ash. Pain is guidance, and pain is survival.
But then there is the other kind.
The excruciating relentless unending symphony of agony that serves no purpose, teaches no lesson, and offers no escape. It is the torture of a nerve ending singing a high piercing note that never resolves. It is the constant grinding pressure that turns bone to dust and will to water.
Many have argued about this duality for eons across civilizations.
