Somehow we tend to ignore simple explanations and opt for bizarre to make ourselves appear intelligent. Pain is basic survival tool, yet pain is variously assumed to cleanse us of our sins and a mean to appease deity. I have seen people fasting, rolling instead of walking to shrines, lashing, impaling and doing stuff like that in the assumption that God will appreciate their efforts. Beats me! Why, doesn't this reduce God into some kind of tyrannical zamindaar?
Strangely happiness appears to us elusive, fickle and unreal. We perceive reality from pain. The assumption that pain elevates art too is similar myth. Then what elevates art? Transcendental Tranquility!
