And your wound, where is your wound?

I wonder where that wound is nestled, where it is hidden, the secret wound where every man runs to take shelter if his pride is violated, when it is wounded. That wound—which has become his inner self—is what he will inflate and fill. Every man knows how to find it and inhabit it so completely that he becomes the wound itself, a kind of secret, aching heart.

Jean Genet, The Tightrope Walker