Forgive me for I am not my own man… I don’t think I ever was. I know not what I do. Maybe I am ruled by a malignant spirit. I don’t know.
I am not to blame for my words and deeds… and likewise I must try never to blame, or find fault with, or vilify others, whether they be individuals or institutions. Like me they know not what they do.
The world is neither beautiful nor ugly… all notions of beauty and ugliness are to be found only within me, within my soul, my personality, my character.
Beauty and ugliness war against each other day and night within me and I am powerless to stop them.