Interesting that this came up on Mother's Day.
Mishlen and I left at about Midnight to go shopping and someone had broken into the house when we returned. I felt surprise and calm. No deep anger or fear. I fired a warning shot. It was as if my mind had was a system of weights and measures and I was rapidly weighing one alternative against another. Intricate balances guided my actions. To shoot him I had to be angry and to be angry I had to depersonalize the robber and view him as representative of all the crime in New Orleans. He was more the trapped animal. The possum that has gotten into your house and raided your food and now is frightened and wants to get out. There was some little compassion in me but mostly it was the weights and measures seeking balance in my mind that kept me from killing him. This is Blanc Dan-i, the Master of my Head. I am much less apt to be led astray from my Will by emotions than by a coolness that freezes and becomes a cold type of cruelty.