The suffering is the wanting to free yourself of the suffering, it's to be turned around in exactly the opposite direction where the things that matter and that urgently depend on them multiply endlessly. Even the words have a sort of dissonance, the ungentle unoriginality of the urgent, the shallowness of the deep end. What holds on is already dead, it has no force, no tragedy, which is why it leaves only a kind of puzzlement behind. How is it that it catches you every time? Well, why not, let's have it good and hard now, the contrapasso is in the very flaw itself.