There was a man who abused his power in the work place. For many years he humiliated his perceived subordinates. He had not searched his own soul enough to know why he was compelled to do this. He only knew that he despised incompetence. For reasons unknown to him, incompetence mixed with inattentiveness was like blood in the water, and if he tasted this blood he went off like an inarticulate pipe bomb. He was, after all, a terrorist of visceral rage. But it did not have to be this way. Had he stopped being his own apologist for long enough to see himself clearly, he would have seen a young boy. He would have seen a young boy being humiliated by his father, and this vision would have steered him away from his ego. It would have sent him in search of fairness and patience and compassion. Perhaps it would have even kept his co-worker’s crescent wrench from shattering his skull.