We measure self-righteousness by the strength of our opinions. We aren’t born with opinions; neither do we die with them. Rare is he who sees quietly—who sees what he sees without forming an opinion about it. Clarity is charity.
Everything has a relative importance, as a horse does, or a blade of grass. But nothing matters absolutely.
For the perfectionist—hyper-critical, righteous, preoccupied with himself—a healing mantra: “I’m not that important.”