Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.
First of all nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.
After a while, if you are sufficiently bored or unemployed, you may want to read it from cover to cover.
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.
When we are touched by a song, it is because the artist cannot hide himself.
I noticed that when I was on Prozac my relationship with the landscape improved. I actually stopped thinking about myself for a minute or two, because most of the thoughts one has about oneself are involved with desire or loneliness or isolation or strategies to overcome them.