Saturday, July 17, 2004
So long as we are centered on self, we shall be prey to the contradition, the wickedness, and the injustice of men. Our temper brings us into collision with other tempers; our passions clash with those of our neighbors; our wishes are so many tender places open to the shafts of those around; our pride, which is incompatible with our neighbor's, rises like the waves of a stormy sea. Everything arouses, attacks, rebuffs us. We are exposed on all sides by the sensitiveness of passion and the jealousy of pride. No peace is to be looked for within when we are at the mercy of a mass of greedy, insatiable longings, and when we can never satisfy that "me" whihc is so keen and touchy as to whatever concerns it. Hence in our dealings with others we are like a bed-ridden invalid who cannot be touched anywhere without pain. A sickly self-love cannot be touched without screaming; a mere tip of a finger seems to terrify it! Then add to this the roughness of neighbors in their ignorance of self, their disgust at our infirmities (at least as great as ours towards theirs), and you soon have the children of Adam tormenting each other, each embittering the other's life. And this martyrdom of self-love you will find in every nation, every town, every community, every family, often between friends.
The only remedy is to renounce self. If we set self aside and lose sight of it, we shall have nothing to lose, to fear, or to consider. Then we shall find that true peace which is given to men of good will, that is, those who have no will save God's which has become theirs.
"The Royal Way of the Cross" by Francois de Salignac de la Mothe-Fenelon
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