Without a heart, how am I to feel love? Without love, how am I to feel hate? And without hate, how am I to know the exquisite sensation of mild annoyance?
Madness string 105895
I am nearing sixty now and the rage is gone. I sort of miss it sometimes. I never did anything stupid, to my abuser or to myself, or not much. Never had a satisfying victory. I didn't set out on a path of peace, climb the mountains of Tibet, or have some brilliant insight. I just carried on, and things sort of faded.