I’ve observed within my own experience that I hate in others that which I hate in myself.

This is not universally true.

I had never liked catching my reflection in the mirror and yet when I saw others with bodies calcified like mine I tended to view them with compassion.

It can sometimes be easier to be compassionate to those who lay with devils when you’ve been intimate with those devils, yourself.

And yet, invariably, when I look upon another with poison in my heart, I find upon further introspection that I am projecting my inadequacies onto them… and in condemning them I am condemning myself.

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