The whole notion of sacrifice is rooted in the idea that I am bad or deficient and I must pay a price for that. Millennia ago, the Holy Temple of Jerusalem was basically a ‘divine’ slaughterhouse where bulls, rams and a variety of other livestock had their throats cut as an expiation for the sins of humans. Today sin-excited Christians flagellate themselves on Good Friday while the less theatrical cleanse themselves via weekly acts of murmured penance.
Fear’s most ardent suitor is guilt. Where fear is, guilt shakes its hips.
The past is dust. It has no purpose. We shake it off the dusting cloth. Done!
Anger’s desire is to make someone guilty. Love can’t ‘see’ anger, as light cannot ‘see’ darkness, but anger does see love and flat-out hates it. Virgil, if I’m on the road to apologies and promises, whisper this: Anger never healed, held or loved anybody.
High on the list of ego’s most dubious achievements: Feelings of guilt. A belief in hell. The idea that heaven is an achievement.