Ma Colère
The anger is creeping in again, seeping through tissues, mingling with blood, coarsing through veins. The mind is indeed a very powerful tool – because that's where the anger comes from, it comes from within, conjured by the mind to be, at the beginning, an illusion but then silently realising its presence and then its potential. Then acquiring a character of its own and formidable as it is, it bursts through the floodgates of patience, worn thin and weary from strain, and in an instant unleashes itself unto the thoughtless victim, who is not quite the subject of the speaker but on the contrary the speaker itself – thoughtless, mindless and lost in the inner world of passion and emotion.
This anger is inconsiderate; it is selfish and abhorrs any attention bestowed upon the interests of others. It professes that it acts in the interest of the self, speaks for the rights of the self, but in actuality is concerned with establishing its presence. It feels it must be seen and heard as the self. All this while the internal struggle continues such that the outsider is faced with a series of accusations, some true some false. The mind eventually loses its ability to reason and is then convinced that this anger is justified. This is the start of a situation that walks down a one-way street to the point of no return.
