That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.
You don't know me. You know one me, just like I know one you. And you can't know every me, and I can't know every you.
Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.
Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.
The world, right now, is only us.
I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.