Anticipating an uninterrupted half-hour with a book, I had settled into a favorite armchair. Then it came. That sweet voice asking me to take out the trash. A slow simmering started up, and I felt powerless to stop it. Something inside told me the provocation wasn't worth an outburst, but the displeasure erupted anyway.
As it too often does.
Viewing the situation from a quite different angle—from the standpoint of spiritual selfhood—we see we have never been subject to anger or any other destructive impulse. Why? Because infinite Love—perhaps the clearest description we have of God—is always at hand, our very source and cause. Love includes no mortal impulses, and an understanding of Love's allness dissolves even their pretense to be.
