The toughest thing to do when cultivating holiness is to tame one's worst inclinations and traits. As one gazes inward to take stock of all the components, so-to-speak, of one personalities, once the mind is quiet, once can see a river of moods, opinions, passions, and reactions, an the inner monologue sprouting from them. The river at times runs smoothly and peacefully, but some times it finds stones and rocks; other times, it carries debris from old bad memories, sufferings and pains; then the water gets choppy and one is surprised of one's ability to hate, to lash out, to...