My habitual reaction to qualities of heart and mind I don’t like, like anger, fear, and wickedness, is to try to fix them. I suppose that can be a good thing.

Another good thing can be to meet them with kindness and goodness, in a kind of dance of opposites. But what is the use of taking the hand of fear, or letting the liar whisper sweet nothings in your ear?

Maybe it’s a paradox that works.