There are no bad men but sometimes—if we misunderstand, cannot see or are confused about something—we act badly. We become inflated, dogmatic, violent. We talk about the bottom line as if it were philosophically significant, about God as if we’ve been deputized.
Our purpose in life is not to walk around correcting the mistakes other people make. They are not our business. The only mistakes we are entitled to correct are the ones we make.
We are concealed by ease, dulled by security, made absurd by luxury. “The true man is revealed in difficult times.”
Who am I? Watch me when things go wrong. You’ll see me then.
More suffering is created by people who take offence than by people who give offence. We can drop this, if we choose, our habit of being offended. It is right action’s chief impediment.
If I am made happy or unhappy because of what other people do, I am unwilled and a-volitional, a flesh puppet.
