It's both. The suspension puts us in a position of balance, takes us away from standing on solid ground. And, of course, the pain elevates us to a spiritual plane, of sorts - to meditate on that pain, focus in on it, understand its depths...it's much more complicated than it seems.
[Steinbeck huffs. Sometimes, he finds explaining his religion a bit tiresome, since most people simply simmer it down to something exceedingly simple. It's almost annoying, but even so, he spreads the word like any good monk. His religion makes a large part of his being, his life, his essence. He can't just detach it from himself.]
Tch. [He sneers down at the tablet and hospital gown.]
You keep talking in circles, old man. What do you expect me to tell you? "Oh, I have a giant plant vine coming out of my arm, wow!" What other kind of diagnosis stuff is there?
[The vines curl in response to his annoyance, one even popping an IV bag hanging on a stand. The fluid drips down to the floor. Steinbeck doesn't care.]
[He'll start to pull off his robes, though, depositing them on a chair nearby before pulling on the gown. Ugh. He hates all of this.]
no subject
[Steinbeck huffs. Sometimes, he finds explaining his religion a bit tiresome, since most people simply simmer it down to something exceedingly simple. It's almost annoying, but even so, he spreads the word like any good monk. His religion makes a large part of his being, his life, his essence. He can't just detach it from himself.]
Tch. [He sneers down at the tablet and hospital gown.]
You keep talking in circles, old man. What do you expect me to tell you? "Oh, I have a giant plant vine coming out of my arm, wow!" What other kind of diagnosis stuff is there?
[The vines curl in response to his annoyance, one even popping an IV bag hanging on a stand. The fluid drips down to the floor. Steinbeck doesn't care.]
[He'll start to pull off his robes, though, depositing them on a chair nearby before pulling on the gown. Ugh. He hates all of this.]
What are you even doing back there?