"In numbing our agony, art is lost; out of our pain, comes poetry."

I woke up at some point in the night, or early morning, with this rather profound thought weighing on my mind. I've been pondering on it all day.

I have quite a few things to say about this thought but they're not quite organized. So I think for now, I'll just let this hang in the air, kind of like an unresolved chord. That will give you some time to ponder this thought for yourselves!

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(16, February 2009)

Well, I have returned to this quote and I have decided it was not quite accurate in its original form so I have amended it and am now more satisfied:

"In numbing ourselves, art is lost; out of our pleasure and our pain comes poetry."

Truly, when all sensation is lost so too is art lost and it is out of BOTH the agony and the ecstasy of life that poetry is inspired.