I have long identified with this woman. Oh, but more is possible than the slums and clouds of Dublin.
Sometimes I watch troubled clouds drift over me and rain. Sometimes they thunder and lightning. Sometimes I feel relative peace. I try to feel the sun.
But I feel at the moment that I would not exchange anything for my pain, for my visions, and for what wisdom they produce that may prove useful.
I am a Mountain Goat butting the heads of all who would oppose this. I won’t quit, and you won’t break my skull or horns, or equal my skill in the mountains, or capacity to see and appreciate the sun in the higher altitudes.
The acceptance of pain is a blessing. Because pain is nothing more or less than a teacher. It is not an end. I am not a masochist. But I am one who watches, and to the extent I can manage, sees.
Learn: this is our shared destiny.