I have heard it said that one must “pay their dues.”
But, simply walking in the museum of misery, is not the same.
At some point we have to move from the Diorama to the discomfort.
The carpeted observation floor of the gallery provides
good insulation from that which is being observed.
But, like the grape, just smelling the wine in kegs
will not accomplish the transformation.
Its only hope is falling into the winepress.
When will we move
from our safety to our metamorphosis?