Pain had taken on a new function. It is no longer empty, meaningless, tragic suffering; it is something else. It had undone folds in my universe. It had become an additional eye with which to see deeper. It had become a thread traveling through all things. It had become my source of faith. Pain had become an asset.
It was then that I realized, there in the emergency room, that I must believe in love. I could not find any other explanation, even though I felt I needed none.
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