it's all a matter of context. who knows what the context is. we don't have control over things outside of us. it's all grist for the mill. what does that mean? it's up to us to interpret. who's the miller? are we? i used to know a guy in high school, mike miller, he banged my head against a car hood. i think it was my car. who knows why, i forget the exact context, maybe i never knew what made him so violent. to me? what did i do? i still feel angry and humiliated, bewildered and sore. fifty years on. anyway, i regret i can't give the proper context for understanding. in some way, by grace, we must find our personal peace, and give it to the world.