So gutting(metaphorically of course) oneself on the internet is way easier than talking in real life. And walking this road further - drawing about stuff is way easier than writing about them. For me at least.

Plus the medium used by one to describe internal monologue or emotional state - can make all the difference I guess. I like the notion that ones pain can put smile on others faces. And I don't mean that in bad way.

What I mean - our experience both good and bad can be a source of knowledge for others. That is exact reason why we read books, why we listen to music, why we look at paintings. It is painless way to learn, to experience ways and means beyond all what we can imagine in our own heads.

It is a kind of transfusion of thoughts but stripped of their troublesome aspects.

I don't know. Words fail me today :D

The word 'transcendental' is banging around my skull, but it also sounds somehow snobbish and crass in the same time...