As a person who finds himself in such a position, I have come to think that like is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstrom realize. The light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment -- perhaps only a matter of seconds.Once it is gone and one has failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depths of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything, All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.
‘As you are al aware,’ the man continued, his voice soft but penetrating, 'in the course of life we experience many kinds of pain. Pains of the body and pains of the heart. I know I have experienced pain in many different forms, and I'm sure you have too. In most cases, though, I'm sure you've found it very difficult to convey the truth of that pain to another person: to explain it in words. People say that only they themselves can understand that it is. If, before our eyes, we see someone who is truly suffering, we do sometimes feel his suffering and pain as our own. This is the power of emphathy. Am I making myself clear?'
He broke off and looked around the room once again.
'The reason that people sing songs for other people is because they want to have to power to arouse empathy, to break free of the narrow shell of the self and share their pain and joy with others.'
Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or it shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.
Fact may not be truthful, and truth may not be factual.