Fear sat at my table; he sat with the coldest glare. Then, eyes rolling, he stood and formed a ring of fire, a gate. Not so hard it seemed. Yet from above it rained petroleum, soaking me from crown to toe. I sat there for the longest time, my head a shambolic mess. Water. Get water. And at this thought a dessert grew, miles of sand all around. All there was the fire ring, the stench of petrol and scorching yellow grains. All that was left was my God call, and therein the answer came.
We cannot have ways of behaving that are a vice on the personal level and a virtue in the business (money-nexus) world. The cruelty that comes with, "It's just business" is a strong example.
Cruelty comes of the brain that has developmental damage, that failed to develop adequate empathy to protect the self and others from such actions.
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