Instead of doing one thing we love, we do many things we like.
If I am full of fear, I do not know myself. Not knowing myself, I become identified with my body, focussed on how to protect it, pleasure it and prolong its existence. So deep is my ignorance that I don’t even know I’m afraid.
Most men have never heard this: “You are my beloved son in whom I am well pleased.” As a result, for better once in a while but mostly for worse, men in groups.
Thrusters love the chase, the seduction, the culminating consummation. What happens after that represents their best opportunity for self-knowing.
We cannot moderate our emotions if we’re unaware of them—or, worse, if we’re aware of them but hide them to support the dismal fiction of imperviousness, of a man who doesn’t hurt.