The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain. And then, in smaller letters: Forgive me.
It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.
At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.
There are some losses we never get over.
This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.
I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa