that our fascination with pain and with pathos may stem from a celebration of that pivotal moment when an event or an experience may have gone either way...or could. We want to capture the last moment or second when pleasure rather than pain, would have been the result. It is from that curious admixture of triumph and tragedy that art steps in to help us bear it. It must make significance of the pivot. In so doing, it celebrates and confirms our humanity...it says that tears are the prize song. It tears and pulls at us, wrenching us from complacency. We, who can easily kill, are warmed, embraced by a weakness that is sacred. We reach out to it...and come home.
Am I hammering away at the obvious, here?
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