The terror of being judged sharpens the memory
It sends an inevitable glare over that long-unvisited
Past which has been habitually
Recalled only in general phrases.
Even without memory, the life is bound into one by a zone of dependence in growth and decay
The terror of being judged sharpens the memory
lt sends an inevitable glare over that long- unvisited
Past which has been habitually
Recalled only in general phrases.
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound
A man's past is not simply a dead preparation of the history
An outworn present it is not a repented error
It is a still quivering part of himsell, bringing shudders and Bitter favors and the tinglings of a merited shame
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound
A man's past is not simply a dead history
An outworn preparation of the present it is not a repented error
When we believe something is wrong with us
We are convinced we are in danger
Our shame fuels ongoing fear
The very fact that we feel fear seems to prove that we are broken or incapable
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