“But the thing about pain is that, when it's with you all the time, it starts to lose meaning. The difference between a three and a six is inconsequential. Stabbing or throbbing, it doesn't matter. All that matters is you can't think clearly. Everything you know is through the fabric of pain. Music is muffled. Flowers look wilted. Clouds look gray.” Pain Book:I Am the Cage Source: I Am the Cage