In this post A meditation on assholery, I wrote: I think that the ability to forgive is a virtue, and to be forgiven is a great gift. When I listen to the song “It’s quiet uptown” from the soundtrack of “Hamilton,” and the chorus sings: “Forgiveness! Can you imagine? Forgiveness!” I reliably burst into tears. I can imagine forgiveness. I’ve experienced it because I have forgiven myself. I’ve learned to forgive others. I’ve done it [forgiven others] selfishly—to justify forgiving myself. How can I not forgive them when I’ve done worse? But I’ve also done it because—well, I don’t know. I’ve done it.
Ho'oponopono
Ho'oponopono
Ho'oponopono
In this post A meditation on assholery, I wrote: I think that the ability to forgive is a virtue, and to be forgiven is a great gift. When I listen to the song “It’s quiet uptown” from the soundtrack of “Hamilton,” and the chorus sings: “Forgiveness! Can you imagine? Forgiveness!” I reliably burst into tears. I can imagine forgiveness. I’ve experienced it because I have forgiven myself. I’ve learned to forgive others. I’ve done it [forgiven others] selfishly—to justify forgiving myself. How can I not forgive them when I’ve done worse? But I’ve also done it because—well, I don’t know. I’ve done it.