Stay in these rooms for years and years, live on forever in a glorious museum.
We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished.
Suffering ignites the spark of contact with the sublime and offers proof of humanity.
Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound.
We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.
The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender ... Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyred, illumination of something given up as an offer.