My words fly up, my thoughts remain below, words without thoughts never to heaven go. *
Pain, on the one, hand may "push ones thoughts". Shakespeare's words, spoken by the king of Dennmark, seemed so obvious in the setting of the play. One had to wonder why the King bothered to pray having just killed someone. Hardly sincere. Unlikely repentant. His passion was in his act, not in his thoughts about Heaven. On the other hand or perhaps just moving on to a different subject, maybe, is the idea of pain. It mus serve some purpose. It certainly could shape the toughts and direct the words. Suggesting that pain serves a purpose is not something to bring up to someone who is in pain. Maybe it does not serve a purpose other than to identify where one is.
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In this picture "Pain" is at an intersection
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Grey is the color of the buildings nearer to the intersection of pain. Color is lost as one moves toward pain. Either that or this picture is backward and color becomes more intense on this corner. Even so in this pictue pain is reflected by or as a light. Maybe light is reaching heavenward. Maybe that was what the King lacked in his missing thoughts was some honest pain and any light. When like is driven out one probably endures a very different type of pain.
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