Pain is a distressing feeling often caused by intense or damaging stimuli, such as stubbing a toe, burning a finger, putting alcohol on a cut, and bumping the "funny bone". Because it is a complex, subjective phenomenon, defining pain has been a challenge. The International Association for the Study of Pain's widely used definition states: "Pain is an unpleasant sensory and emotional experience associated with actual or potential tissue damage, or described in terms of such damage." In medical diagnosis, pain is a symptom.
Pain motivates the individual to withdraw from damaging situations, to protect a damaged body part while it heals, and to avoid similar experiences in the future. Most pain resolves once the noxious stimulus is removed and the body has healed, but it may persist despite removal of the stimulus and apparent healing of the body. Sometimes pain arises in the absence of any detectable stimulus, damage or disease. Simple pain medications are useful in 20% to 70% of cases.
Philosophy of pain may be about suffering in general or more specifically about physical pain. The experience of pain is, due to its seeming universality, a very good portal through which to view various aspects of human life. Discussions in philosophy of mind concerning qualia has given rise to a body of knowledge called philosophy of pain, which is about pain in the narrow sense of physical pain, and which must be distinguished from philosophical works concerning pain in the broad sense of suffering. This article covers both topics.
Two near contemporaries in the 18th and 19th centuries, Jeremy Bentham and the Marquis de Sade had very different views on these matters. Bentham saw pain and pleasure as objective phenomena, and defined utilitarianism on that principle. However the Marquis de Sade offered a wholly different view - which is that pain itself has an ethics, and that pursuit of pain, or imposing it, may be as useful and just as pleasurable, and that this indeed is the purpose of the state - to indulge the desire to inflict pain in revenge, for instance, via the law (in his time most punishment was in fact the dealing out of pain). The 19th-century view in Europe was that Bentham's view had to be promoted, de Sade's (which it found painful) suppressed so intensely that it - as de Sade predicted - became a pleasure in itself to indulge. The Victorian culture is often cited as the best example of this hypocrisy.
"Pain" is a song on Puff Daddy's 1997 album No Way Out.
The song is about tragedies from Puff Daddy's life, including the murder of his father Melvin Combs in 1972, the New York City College Stampede of 1991 and the death of his label-mate and friend Notorious BIG in 1997.
The song features audio from Notorious BIG which was recorded before his death when the song was made.
There is a completely different song also entitled Pain on the follow-up album Forever.
When it's all over, said and done
I'll still be standing, screaming this song.
Look me in the eyes and tell me what you see.
A standard issue mind, pure, clean and drug free.
I have made my choice.
This is my voice
To teach what I believe
Is the right way for me.
This is my voice,
I am proud to be drug free. This says it all.
I am proud to be drug free. This says it all.
I am proud to be drug free. This says it all.
I am proud to be drug free. This says it all, yeah.
Hey yo kids I can only ask to hold my glass while I grab a golf club and a goalie mask.
I gotta spit a verse with Casey Jones and we here to blaze the domes in every racist homes.
To every block party and traffic jams back in the day son, yea, you know I had a plan.
Me and the boys cause a ruckus, cause no one can touch us
With a whole lotta luck with a little brass on the knuckles.
Now when I say hardcore, I don't mean Korn, fag.
And when you see three X's, I ain't reading a porn mag.
See, you just confused like a gangsta with an orange rag.
I'm watching the scene split up like a torn bag.
But all the fakers fall out, taking the wrong route.
Now kids wondering, who I'm making this song about.
See back then my mom thought all my friends was Satanists,
And now they're not even my friends, they're just acquaintances.
When I came home from college I was starting to rap,
Everybody was trading their X's in for cartons and packs.
Rest of these cats think that weed sacks will help 'em get their steez back
And they wonder where they cheese at.
Ya'll turn the red light on for a one-night stand
Becoming whores for some empty coors and bud light cans.
If you don't care about that, I could care less.
I'll be making six figures while you're peeping hairnets.
I gotta weird appetite, I can't eat off of their checks,
So I stand alone in the pit and beat on my bare chest.
Take a look at what's left, from old school to new school