I must tell you something of the pain. The pain attacks your body at a speed that is so fast it cannot be measured. Already your lungs are paralyzed and your stomach is turned upside down. Simultaneously your tongue is trapped and quickly dries out, while your jaw slams shut and your eyes squeeze tight. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles tense in an attempt to combat the pain; then they release succumbing to its awesome power. Gravity informs your body that it is a force not to be taken for granted. Your heart strains too hard and so with the rest of your body. Every nerve ending alerts you, in the manner most suited to it, that you are being attacked. Only your consciousness works well, or well enough to remind that you are just alive. It always obeys pain. You make rash decisions as fear takes control. You miss your last allies: strength and hope. You are defeated without having the chance to put up a fight.
Absolute pain is life’s only true enemy. Only absolute pain can defeat life. It is clever and treacherous. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It attacks your weakest spot, which it finds with infallible ease. It begins by sending a lightening strike to your body and then your mind after the damage has been done. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, and happy. Then pain, without any disguise, commands your attention like an emperor of infinite power. However, disbelief tries to deny pain its authority. But disbelief is poorly armed and easily overpowered. Reason comes to defend you; it hopes that by demanding what the cause of the pain is, it will overcome its awesome might. For less than a moment you are assured. Reason is fully equipped at dealing with almost everything; however, it is no competition in the face of pain, and like a dandelion it is extinguished by a colossal volcanic wave of molten lava moving at the speed of light. Pain wipes reason out of existence, and anything that finds itself in its path.
The matter is difficult to put into words. For pain, real pain, takes away your foundation to think as you are brought face to face with your mortal end; memory is destroyed as you are confined to the moment. A second of absolute pain seems like an eternity. There are no words to accurately express the depth and breadth of pain. The least you can do to express the sensation is wince in silence, at best scream in agony.
Mark M. Whelan
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