My chin rested on my arms as I pondered a mystery. I could feel the cold kiss of rain on my back, and the warm embrace of the spa on my chest. Somehow, suspended between these two opposing forces I never felt more alive. The thought occurred to me that here, experiencing both extremes of pleasure and pain is where life is truly lived. To immerse myself in the soothing waters of the tub brought lethargy, and to expose myself to the cold lashings of the rain led to misery. Somehow experiencing both in full measure evoked a strange energy that coursed through my waterlogged veins. It hinted, perhaps, at some curious relationship between those more profound manifestations of comfort and conflict.