A sudden wry smile appears on the face of that dark ,enclosed character that I am involved with. I need not say that such mystery, such puzzle, a collusion of pain in pleasure and the art of the balance lie within the depths of the embodied feminine fate.Leaving aside the realms of Paganism and the19th century zeitgeist that might have inspired the poet to come up with the inscriptions, I could enliven these aspect in the 21st century with the examples that are incarnated in the myriad shades of feminism. Women and pain seem to have had an eternal relationship, not just the naturally endowed gift of it or the unnatural myths that a fragile frame brought along but the sheer ability to incite and induce it. I do not blame my kind for the Sadomasochistic behaviour, I love them for it.
A man would spend a lifetime of cold logic and reason in a struggle to avoid any inconvenience due to pain, then finally his fears catch up with him and the very Ice Man approach freezes him in a hollow meaningless existence, sometimes they seek to break it or the escapist that they always are they create a pseudo comfort of some skewed kind that spells the end for them.
They blame women of being perennially miserable, bringing emotional hysteria and inflicting it's ramifications upon them but they do not realize that women are no strangers to pain, they have long known the latent threads of bliss and how to invoke them through the shock of a spasm.For a woman all pleasures come through pain or pleasures lead to their darker counterparts , the onset of a carnal bliss or the satisfaction of motherhood, Sacrifice at one stance brings success in the other. Deep passions, deep bliss, deep pleasures come through deep sacrifices, intense pain and a acidic penance that dissolves all that is impure. The moderation and balance that the wise seek also lies within this pendulum motion that oscillates from one extreme to the other, balance is not static it has to be dynamic.
A woman embraces pain, chooses to let it dwell in her because she knows that her pain is not some punishment , nor has she been guilty of it( yes, I rubbish the theory of pain as rendering of guilt or the fire fueled by sin). Pain is as much a part of our essence as the quest of pleasure, in fact if there were no pain the quest of pleasure would be meaningless, to know light you need to suffer dark and not just suffer it but live through and develop an intimate understanding .
I have always believed in a higher being, some people chose to avoid that aspect or well absolutely nullify it but I believe in it. In my understanding that higher being dwells within us, there is a science to explain this inexplicable being but it lives within, it has to be brought out from the shackles of the superficial , it needs a chiseled weapon to scrape of the tatters from above and that chiseled weapon is pain. How will we know our own extremes, the range or the lack of it if we deny to explore one side of ourselves?
Desire and Love, Passion and Detachment, Pleasure and Pain , an indisputable cycle, rather a strong and lasting relationship. Strangely, a woman is capable of all..She rests in her pain, smug, diabolical, silent and inviting with all such connotations drowned in the mystique that surrounds her being.
