“We disparage ourselves endlessly, sometimes with reason… but more often, and more damningly, with a kind of black clarity of judgment that reaches right past all that we have or have not done, reaches past any insight or diagnosis that psychology can offer, and fingers us at the heart of what we are. Wrongness, call it. A stark and utter saturation of self: God’s most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me.” - The poet Christian Wiman in My Bright Abyss; the final...
