Sometimes we hide our hurt to keep things simple our pain unmistakably ours salted away even caressed to keep it quiet invariably these little bundles of hurt are weightless never going into the balance pan or tipping the scales of judgement but the point of zero G is not that our pains are so incredibly light but that they are not integrated like atoms in molecules held together by valences charges of affinity that make compounds dance and all the stress and excess baggage fall away while they themselves precipitate and stabilize so chlorine gas and sodium that ignites and burns at the least exposure to oxygen come together to make table salt but when such chemistry is not in play the heaviness of all things solitary press our pains into capsules perhaps that we might stop them from contaminating each other intensifying their effect but most likely to let us self-medicate apparently men do this compartmentalize I mean so...