I have, recently, built armour that is thick, strong and hot. Deeply forged it enveloped me in a layer of protection so effective that anything aimed at it either was absorbed, shattered, or dissipated. That is what I thought it was doing. I was wrong.
It kept Things out. It was also somewhat self sustaining; it required little fuel.
It wore me down and I found myself dwelling in the rawness of my core.
It was spurious; anger is not armour. It eats at you and chews you up if you don't shed it. If you don't at least see it and acknowledge the truth of what it is and where it came from. Anger is corrosive.
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
Mark Twain
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