I had a dream one night.
I was perfectly calm and clear.
I saw trees being hacked down and birds being shot out of the air…
and I walked on, calm and clear.
I saw my books being burned…
and walked on, calm and clear.
I saw churches being smashed, and priests being urinated on…
and walked on, calm and clear.
I saw children in sweatshops by day and brothels by night…
and walked on, calm and clear.
I saw the people I loved being exploited…
and walked on, calm and clear.
I saw my mother being mugged, and I walked on, calm and clear.
I returned home and continued my empty meditation, calm and clear.
We get angry for a reason. It’s a sign: “I have to do something about this. I WILL do something about this. It is not satisfactory to walk on.” I woke up, cold and frightened that I had become so lost that I could no longer feel the heat of anger. There were things to be fought for, and I had convinced myself to drift and let them be. In the words of St. Thomas Aquinas: “He who sees injustice and does not become angry is not a good man.”
—Richard Francis Irvine, Dark Master