From “The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
We're forgiven only insofar as we forgive. There’s something delicious about the equation implicit in all that. Since I have no idea when I'm going to die, I should jettison all the garbage of recrimination on a regular basis as and when it builds up; I should make forgiveness a habit like I mean business; I should leave the dead to bury their dead, and move on to what gives life/Life. Besides, traveling light seems like a smart idea.