Heavenletters

You must have disarmed me without my even noticing it, dear God. Yes, I still get angry and self-righteous, I still get the impulse to argue with You. But there is no fun in it any more, none of that satisfaction it used to yield. If anger is evidence that I'm portraying myself as less than I am, that has to mean it wasn't directed against another in the first place. I get angry (and any number of equally unwarranted things) when I don't know who I am. Boy, that's something.