A Fault Of The Common Sort

Pride may be a universal human fault in that we, finite beings all, can’t help but fear for our selves and our egos. We protect our selves either aggressively or by building fences; we advance ourselves by stepping over other peoples’ egos; we wager ourselves on promises or oaths because we feel otherwise powerless to pull anyone along; we throw in our lots with causes or culture in a quest to transcend; we maintain a state of perpetual self-effacement and so leave nothing to be grasped and hence nothing vulnerable; we do many other things.

My fault is pride of the common sort: I rebel against what I perceive as sufferance. The worst slights are well-intentioned and oblivious.

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