The problem is that we are in thrall to subordinate forces just as Adam and Eve were, and for which originating sin they were expelled from the Garden. In our case, these forces are fear and anger, both of which render us incapable of love. They are our emotions, they originate within us, but we project them onto other individuals, groups and nations. We need these others. For us to be good, someone has to be bad.
Impatience is an intolerance of what is spurred by a desire for what isn’t. The man who is chronically impatient lives with the talons of “What’s next?” sunk deep into his upper back.
Don’t want anything. Don’t regret anything.
A diseased mind produces a bodily stench. Recalling a state dinner, diplomat Fiona Hill said that Vladimir Putin neither ate nor drank and that he “smelled odd.” By all accounts, Adolph Hitler reeked.