There’re things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times
furious with an intensity you can feel only when someone you care deeply about hurts you. But the corollary of that was unavoidable–I still cared, or I wouldn’t be angry.
I do not need the written code of a spiritual belief to act like a decent human being.