In theory — the testimony of suffering, even of life experienced, can be held and seen as a perfect picture, in a frame of algorithms and etiquettes and efficiencies.
In life — the experience of life — pained or joyous, swings, possessed of wings that lift it, beyond the calculable, into a width, and depth, and height of many nuances, shades of light and hues of colour, with a signless vague enormousness, and many half-sunken lines of hope attached.
Either... life of suffering, gets allowed, to bring along its natural symptom totality, normality of incalculable surprises and shadows from other times and spaces.
Or... it is considered an intolerable totality, regarded as dangerous, to the outer ideal of measured ratios for efficiency.
So, the totality of nature’s honest shades, hues and actual reaches, is left behind and forced to become an admirer of finalities, shallowness and sheltering paucity of inclusions, in favour of the desired supremacy, that follows its own calculable plan for material dominion.