Hopelessness, powerlessness, God, and shame. Repressing our evil potential co-represses celebrating our goodness. Suffering is our fate, and why the Redeemer came. Psychology yaps out both sides of its mouth, so I prefer a Polish poet.
As far as my relationship with the universe . . . well, we’ve actually become very good friends. I even came to love and trust her when, in a quiet moment, I looked deeply into her eyes and realized that she, was me.