Every time my blood pressure rises, I’m stoked—I’m fired up—I wanted go blind and tear down house like Samson—

Then the mood changes—the anger passes—and all I can say is “What is the use of righteousness, if everybody’s entitled to their own reality? What does it matter if everybody’s right ‘from their side’?”

You’ll wind up playing your own part in the sad charade of Life and have nothing to show for it but your own tears, and your own deluded error!

What vile, tricky temptations await those who try to enforce righteousness, when they themselves are full of their own wickedness?




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