If I am angry or frustrated, I am going in the wrong direction.
Wars, more wars, rumours of war. Protests, counter-protests, divorce courts, the Second Amendment. Conflict devours incomprehensible amounts of energy. And it all derives from a single source: the idea of me and mine.
There are no wicked men, only unconscious ones—men who plainly and factually do not know what they are doing.
Tad Jones had an anger problem. He was also mistrustful of authority. He figured the best thing was to go into the woods, where the tree giants were, and live there in a self-built shack. He also took a vow of silence which he kept for 40 years. Tad died this year, age 74, burned alive by one of California’s worst wildfires. They found his body in the middle of the road, alongside his two canes. “A slow, rusty death”—no, this was not for Tad, his sister said.
Because the ego feels most alive and necessary when it’s aggrieved, it’s aggrieved all the time.