They say that matter cannot be created nor destroyed but rather transformed and I cannot help myself but notice how similarly pain acts. I woke up this morning and I swear I could smell the pain on my skin. I couldn't shower or bathe myself fast enough and no matter how hard I scrubbed a thin film of pain remained. I wondered to myself where all of this emotion and pain had come from and I came to the conclusion that pain and suffering lives in all of us. Just like matter, it is never created but rather awakened from a deep restorative sleep. It hibernates inside each of us until finally it comes oozing out of our flesh and up and out of our mouths until finally it is awake. Pain cannot be conquered because it cannot die. It only sleeps.