Recently I saw a meme on Facebook which purported to answer the question: "Why bother with creative writing?" "Because right now there is someone out there with a wound in the exact shape of your words" (Shaun Thomas Dougherty from The Second O of Sorrow.)
I realize that there have been many times I've read words like that, words that kind of filled and assuaged a certain shape of inner...pain. Furthermore, I've had the experience of responding to someone's suffering by sensing a complementary shape inside of me. And when I offer that shape, it seems healing to the other person, and it seems to be a two-way healing. It heals me in some way too. There is a light that connects me to the other person, and then penetrates backward into me, and into my past, with healing light.
How interesting.
