Suffering (n.) becomes a double bind when we forbid ourselves to writhe, shriek or weep — because it clashes with the image of a detached, powerful will.
Suffering (n.) alone exists, with none who suffer; there is the deed but no doer, the path but no one walking it.
Suffering (n.) will keep an awesome holiness as long as life depends on the pain of even a single creature.
Suffering (n.) is at last ecstasy because it pries loose our strangling grip on ourselves and melts the all too solid flesh.
Suffering (n.) alone exists, with none who suffer; the deed, but no doer; nirvana, but no one seeking it; the Path, but none who travel it.
Suffering (n.) is what the helper really takes seriously, while pretending to take seriously the problem the sufferer believes he has.
Suffering (n.) comes of taking seriously what the gods made for fun; the enlightened man joins the play knowing it is play.
Suffering (n.) for our pleasures is the cost of being fully alive; without the willingness to pay it, consciousness cannot grow in intensity.
Suffering (n.) is escaped by going right into the middle of the fire.
Suffering (n.) is self-inflicted: none but ourselves holds us to the wheel, hugging and kissing its spokes of agony.
Suffering (n.) cannot feel like malice from another where there is no basic split between ego and world.