Sublime

You’re so full of fury that you end up cold as ice,

And what of the people whose anger is more of a hot flash than a slow burn? Seneca once more: There is no more stupefying thing than anger, nothing more bent on its own strength. If successful, none more arrogant, if foiled, none more insane—since it’s not driven back by weariness even in defeat, when fortune removes its adversary it turns its

“Rage is love … twisted in on itself,”