Hermann Hesse on hatred, “If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.”

Sawbones’s continued silence, though predictable, highlights just a little more his paradoxical and convoluted machinations. Unable to express himself beyond spit and rage he has imposed upon himself a vow of silence. Gagged and champing, all froth and misanthropy, his muteness serves only to highlight what I have known for forty years. A blind rage born of frustration and lack of control has inexorably mutated into a hatred scattered to the wind like buckshot injuring and scarring all those in its wide path. Now though, the venom so vehemently espoused is cast aside – hidden beneath a shroud of suffocating censorship.

Perhaps finally, he has become detached and sufficiently inured of his failings that he no longer has the will to despise and disapprove.

Seneca Rules OK.