reminds me of the burning monk and the argument that pain and hardship begets art and beauty, causing some to seek pain and hardship to try to attain art and beauty.
i know this is more emily dickinson than that, the we experience through projection through those experiencing, but it's all connected in a cacophony of the primal elements - water, flame and air.
the human condition, then, finding poetry in our obtuse approach to finding beauty in pain - the fascination with the abomination.
At the very least, I'm a vulture with a talented tongue. ^_^
Thanks for the share, Guy.
Is pain abominable? I think there is a difference between the unfortunate and the anathema, you know? Some things are ugly. Finding beauty in ugliness is different than finding pain in what is not pleasant.
You can find the shards of glass beautiful, even as they grow red when you clutch them to your chest.
And well, it's all about the tongue, is it not? :P