I'm a writer of faith who worries about the intolerance of religion. I look at the past and fear we haven't learned from it. I believe that humanity is capable of evil as well as great acts of courage and goodness. I have hope. Deep down I believe in the human spirit although sometimes that belief is shaken.
Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life every hour and minute of every day and you can grasp the source of this paranoia this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.