Faith And Certainty Aren't The Same

Pain was alive.  With enough pressure, she can break a bone, a dream, a mind..  I stayed. I stayed for a little boy with big eyes. That was enough. I sat down reluctantly, to heal myself Only to see myself in other times, in other lives, in others I hated it. I sat, loathing.  Pain liquified my bones, I was poured out, a muddy ooze.. Sitting with pain, purposefully, felt like madness. Pain taught me. Then, just as I got good, she left. Joy came, as she often does. I looked away,  a feint. After pain, who could I trust? I was left, a fool. ---- So many tales - this happened, then that, then the other She did this, I did that, and he did that other thing One thing leading to another I wince, boring tales . --- Would I be, if there was no other? did it matter? It mattered once, I think. ---- For as long as space remains,  For as long as sentient beings remain,  Until  then may I too remain  To dispel the miseries of the world. - Shantideva , a path to freedom