As Buddha rightly announced, all sentient beings are engulfed in the vast ocean of pain worldwide.Strangely, however, no one in world history seems to have squarely stared at pain and deeply meditated on pain itself so important, so essential to living, and so internally ubiquitous.This essay attempts to probe pain, to harvest two surprises so incredible radically negative and radically positive. First, one, I find pain as mine yet not mine so unbearable that I have to wail it out, writ precise and clear on paper to stare at, as I hug my toothache or my heartache, showing my pain to my pals.Then, two, I am astounded to find my pain thus confessed on paper exercises prudence I have found in life, to spread in my life, and to share with my friends socially into cosmopolitanism heartfelt.Thus, three, after a brief comparison of joy with pain, pain is seen as worthy of being praised as an unbearable dynamo of cosmic concord in human greatness.