These are the windows of my soul. Come, I'll show one of them to you. This window is called 'pain'. Close your eyes. Feel the darkness all around you? Now touch the walls. Do you feel the slow, living pulse? Listen. Do you hear it? Almost a heart beat; but from a distance and frightening. Now, look at your hands, black and slime covered. This is what pain looks like, pure and undiluted. We all must come here. We may choose our own or we may have it assigned to us by another. There are many doors here. Have you chosen yours yet? This way, cast your eyes there, to the 'Corridor of Choices'. Can you see to the end? No, of course not. The choices are endless. Go ahead, choose one, we all must. You're trembling, and your skin is cool and moist to the touch. That is fear. Fear that the pain will never end. Fear is the worst part, you know.

Close your eyes again, and feel it. Revel in it's power. The darkness is wrapping around you. Take a breath, can you smell the stench? Brace yourself, your 'pain' is coming now. It bursts upon you, like a monster wave from the ocean. Feel it hit you with searing heat. You stumble backwards from the force of it. Your skin feels as though it will melt from your body, as you are hit with wave after wave of intangible fire. Your lungs refuse to work and you must fight for air. Your mind will no longer function. Go ahead, scream. Scream! Scream, for a savior from this hell that you've stumbled into. Wrench your head, in agony, from one side to another, go ahead, fight it. Struggle with it. It matters not. Your sanity has been captured, and held prisoner in the iron grasp of an all consuming pain. Do you feel it? The very threads of your sanity are being slowly severed by the sharp tentacles of physical pain. (once you've reached this stage, the original source of your pain no longer matters, it becomes a 'physical' experience) Now feel the cold down one side of you. That is the fear. Don't forget the fear. Feel the fire on your neck? And on your back and down your sides. And the dark chill of fear. You're afraid you'll be left this way forever. Go ahead, promise. Promise anything at all. Are you crying out? Are you moaning in your misery? Put your head back and feel it. This, is pain. Physical/emotional/spiritual or mental; it matters not. This is true pain. Do not forget it.