The brief interview I saw on TV has precipitated an interest in how pain can be tolerated mo' bettah in the presence of either a loved one or a picture of them. This is very interesting to me because it provides a portal to finally understanding the incentives for sadomasochism like nothing before. If this new theory is correct, maybe really love is why a historical Jesus offered himself up to voluntarily die on the cross to serve as an example of to what degree love can serve humans, but not so much other living creatures. Here is a link to watch it:
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/10/16/earlyshow/saturday/main6964376.shtml
The most interesting intuition I've entertained since this is about what a parent will suffer for their children. Death. That's what. I'm considering the day to day stuff like going without food to make sure their children get enough to survive. Lifting up automobiles their kid is trapped under. Standing in queue for hours for the Gestapo to shoot you in the head at the edge of a huge common grave. Maybe the long lines gave them a chance to socialize a little with the people they were going to be buried forever with.
Contrarily, unrequited love can produce pain so powerful they'll murder their own siblings in the insane notion they're preventing them from experiencing the same degree of pain they're suffering. They can't stand the pain without love and so they go postal. There are two cases of this being discussed on the six o'clock presently. Both cases are about women killing their own children or step-children.
Is the absence of pain in a loving relationship the only proof positive the expressed love between two people is real? Does the presence of pain prove love is false and "not there" for the sufferer? Are auto-immune diseases due to a lack of love, and offer verity to the lyrics:
"You bettah let someone love you, before it's too late." ~ Desperado
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
