Sheldon succeeds. Later, maimed by the ordeal, his literary agent asks him if he would be willing to write a non-fiction, detailing the horror he endured some two years prior. His agent knew it would be a best-seller; the public wants to know such details of misery.
Sometimes it seems I should write of that which would be nearly unbelievable. Those close to me say it is unbelievable if they were not here, seeing it occur, unfold, in the sheer horror of that it truly is. At times I think I should struggle out. But I am out, in actuality, in reality other than the attachment that is mine alone, deep within. That deep within is what must be severed, for all else has been taken away. Someday perhaps I will write about what actually has occurred, from start to finish, the persecution: misery.
Later: I have noticed, often truly, that persons or groups of persons who are persecuted often end up persecuting others. Sometimes it is the very groups of persons who they feel persecuted. This came up when I noticed someone belonging to a group who has been persecuted by Christians--some of them--put up an image of a sacrilegious nativity. It is a good reminder, a great lesson.
To have the heart so wounded, one would think or hope that all the anger and bitterness would have been bled out. Blessed are they who are persecuted. Did Jesus say so they could turn around and persecute others? It would also seem that for anyone who has suffered in the heart, deeply enough, that there would never be a desire to ever persecute others, no matter what.
The types of persecution of which I am thinking and write, are not the niggling little things, such as people disagreeing in minor ways over details, thoughts, opinions. The persecution in mind, is that which wounds the heart (emotions and mind) and comes from deep exclusions, judgments, and swathing assumptions--even physical injury--that literally affect the daily lives of those persecuted.