Chapter 17 pain

A woman said, please tell us about pain. He said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Yet just as the nucleus must rupture and be exposed to the sun, so must you experience pain. Every day your hearts marvel at the miracle of life, and your pain seems as wondrous as your joy; You will be used to the seasons of the mind as you are used to the seasons of coming and going in the fields. So you can look at your dreary winter with peace of mind. Much of your suffering is your own choice. It is the bitter medicine that your inner doctor uses to heal your sick body.So trust the Physician, and drink his potion in peace:

Because his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by a soft hand that is hidden. The cup he serves, though it burns your lips, is made by the potter who wets the clay with his own holy tears.