The Virtue of Temperance
The first time I truly understood what rage could do to a man, I wasn’t watching the news or reading some philosophical text. I was standing in my own home, unmoored by betrayal. I had just found out that my first wife was involved with someone else, a friend of a friend. No slow unraveling. No explanation. Just a blunt, soul-jarring truth that hit me like a punch to the chest. I remember the heat crawling up my neck. My hands trembling. My vision narrowing like I was looking through a straw. I don’t remember exactly what I said—I only remember the volume. The force. The aftermath. ...