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How secure are the self-righteous! I envy their confidence, their unswaggering adherence to opinion. Logic plays no role to the self-righteous. They are above it, beyond it. Freed from the garments of reason, they stand naked in the sunlight. And their imperfections are clear to everyone except them.

A bad sight are the self-righteous! Their dirty wounds invoke the past--a sad reminder of what has been. The used will always envy the past. Mournful and frozen, it is the gargoyle of our dreams. For the past is the winged flesh of the future. Watch it take flight into time's stormy skies.