He stared. He stared and he thought, although the thoughts instead were pictures that were words. Word-Pictures. Words with increasing despair, like "Ouch, "Unh," and "Unhhgh." They were the result of his feelings... Feelings - they'll make you or break you, save you or kill you, lead you to love or to hate. Right now they were killing him, breeding sounds best expressed as "Unhhgh."
The worst part, if that could possibly be defined, was the duration of these feelings. Hour after hour, minute after minute his stomach twisted and constricted and his tears escaped from the pit of his gut. The gut - first think of the place that shouts when you're hungry; it's the area inside and all around that. Realizing that these suffocating feelings were to continue made him gasp for air.
Days past and the "Unhhgh" dissolved into "Unh," then to "Ouch," and eventually faded away into the occasional "Mmmh." He was grateful for this, but being an optimist, he heartily believed there was something else to be profited.
What he did learn was this: there is a place within him, within the pit of his gut, from which came drive and movement. Intensity of compassion. This event shook him up! It rattled him deep down, smashing the frozen waterfall, freeing its source. He heartily delighted in this discovery of a new fountain from which things could escape. Sadness and anger, emotion.
Not just emotion, but Love. Love of all sorts! If anything ought to be drawn out of this well of fire that is the gut, it should be love. How? Who knows. But he's been content with this revelation. Love from the gut, that black hole of pain transformed into a fountain of kindness and humility! This he could settle for, and his little optimistic brain was satisfied.
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