Blues master B.B. King respected the enigma of pain. That might have been the secret of his amazing stamina and productivity. Struggling to put pain in some kind of simple context sucks our energy.
Law, of course, is built around creating "just" remedies and punishments. And that might be what poisons the spirit of so many lawyers. At least those who have a Platonic idea of what justice is. My hunch is that parents of Martin Richard, Boston Bombing victim, don't share that world view.
Of course, lawyers have plenty of company in assuming pain can be subjected to some reasonable model of interpretation - and therefore, cure and prevention. Jesus Christ, Buddha, Sigmund Freud and now the pain-as-as-gift industry all systematically put pain in boxes. Their followers smugly hand those boxes to us when whatever darkens our little lives. No surprise, that arrogance augments the pain.
There will always be personal injury and criminal lawsuits, spiritual evangelists, psychotherapists and psychics who reduce pain to formulas derived from their systems of thought. What B.B. King taught us is this: Shame on us for accepting those platitudes.