“Why? Why wouldn’t revenge make things better?
I think I saw then the difference between my anger toward my father and my anger toward Kera. It was like watching two icebergs separate, after moving together for a very long time. One was enormous, the size of an island; so enormous that I’d been standing atop it my entire life and never realized it was dragging me away from myself.
The other was a regular iceberg. Not small, because icebergs aren’t small; but not bottomless either. Contained within a definable space. Able to be seen all at once, if I was willing to dive into the cold, and look at it from below.
Was I willing to dive? What would that mean? Could I look at one anger, without being overwhelmed by all the others?
I wonder if angers can connect to each other, if you’re not careful. I wonder if they combine, and feed one another, strengthen each other, make each individual anger bigger than it’s supposed to be?
That seems dangerous. It seems like something to look out for, in a life of perils.”