“When we treat the people with whom we interact as means to an end, as unpersons, as grist for the mill, as things, we become exactly that:a thing. We pour out our humanity upon the altar of our own self-glorification and we become an empty husk that is barely even self-aware, much less cognizant of the damage we do...”
Legatus, you have a gift for expression that, with clarity and without condescension and contempt, peels away at masks and lays bare reality. It is a gift to be able to write and to write well and to say it as it is—better yet to do so as a talent used for the Lord.
Well thank you, actually I have a crack team of writers caged up in the barn.