Pain. Both physically and spiritually, emotionally suffering. No one can really understand the full gist of what he endured. Because until you have 'stood' under the pressure, and loneliness, and ridicule, and bitterness, and sometimes pure hatred surmounting in the battle of attacks on your person, your persona, your life, your memories, your family, your status, you can't touch it.
Albeit, we (the world) watched his transformation, but we really never fully understood it. Although the well written article by Howard Dodson, Director, Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture attempted to articulate the gravity of the person of Michael Jackson, it failed to acknowledge this one thing: That in his 'giving' he was the example to the world that that was the true showmanship.
We can talk about a whole a lot of things but let's talk what it really is. When you have given so, that books attempt to record that which they cannot. When you gave not only from your pocket, but also from your soul and when it is depleted and nothing returns. Then the question is asked: What was he filling up on? Who or what was pouring in to him?
He was giving. Did he give too much? Was too much expected? Is that where he lost sight of the real, in the self-less?
I don't know. None of us do. We just know we lost Michael, why? Only his Creator knows that. For a man is allotted a certain time upon this earth and then...But I guess the only thing we really do know, is what he left, and it wasn't a dance.
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