Sometimes, I can see all the world's ills in myself.
To some degree or another
I can see that which we recognize as good or evil in my own heart.
If that is the case, and all our hearts are the playground of conflicting dualities
why do we point fingers at one another?
As if we are all not fighting our own battles.
As if we are all not hosts to a variety of angels and demons
in the recesses of our own imaginations.
To be continued...