Religion can emerge in all forms of feeling: here wild anger there the sweetest pain here consuming hatred there the childlike smile of serene humility.
Words can be said in bitterness and anger and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don't go away they just echo around.
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Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway and those are punished most who most obey.
