Part of the ugliness of my heart is ugliness of the clear cut forest.
Part of the fear in my heart is the fear in the heart of the ghetto.
Part of the anger in my heart is the anger in the heart of the abused child.
The ignorance and sloth and greed in the world is reflected in my heart.
And how shall I heal?
How shall I overcome these things in my heart if I do not work to overcome them in the world?
How shall I approach the gods if I turn from their appearance in the world, even in the person of the the least of these, my brothers and sisters all around me?
How shall I overcome?