Every sin is the result of collaboration.

I don't like my hands tied. I am in misery. What did I say I am?

A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other.

You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew

Every sin is the result of collaboration

In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.