We rage against anything: the fuse blowing in
the kettle plug, the garden fence blowing down
(again), the lost drivers licence. If inanimate
paraphernalia can make us foam at the mouth,
then imagine the monumental potential other
people have to wreck our day! Consider the incompetent,
arse snorkelling sycophant who is promoted over
your head; the loved one who runs off with your
mate; the pathetic bastard who stole your car.
Let's face it, the world is a festival of wrath.
Some say that venting our anger is good for
us. Combine this "therapy" with cars
and you have a perfect recipe for wrath. People
shoot one another dead over trivial road incidents.
If you teach people to vent fury, then you'll
find yourself in a world full of fury. This
let-it-all-out policy is like telling people
to take drugs so that they don't feel the need
to take drugs.
It is better to accept that the world is a disasters
shit hole and know that it is natural and inevitable
that bad things happen all the time. Things
break. Things go missing. People are stupid.
People will be annoying. It's just not you.
It is not personal. Wrath is not a cure but
a cause.
But remember hell hath no wrath like a woman
scorned. Just be thankful that Mrs Satan
is not in charge! What would happen if all the
scorned women ended up in Hell? Is Hell designed
to withstand the wrath overload? Danger!
Danger! Perhaps Hell would explode and
all the fiery black detritus would congeal under
gravity and cool into a calm and pleasant blue
planet. And the planet evolves life, and ultimately
bipeds. But the planet cannot contain its wrathful
ghosts. Intelligent beings arise and shoot one
another dead for not giving way at a road junction.
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