When stressed, often their voices would come to me strained, pushing me to do things that were mischievous and self-serving.
These urges often felt like epiphanies. There was a sense of relief in them. They would tell me of things that I had been holding for a long time. The idea of letting them go felt good.
I soon came to see this strained voice, not as one of my reflections, but another type of thing within us. It is an inner urge I named, the traitor. A module that tells us to seek only for things we can be certain will benefit us.
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These urges often felt like epiphanies. There was a sense of relief in them. They would tell me of things that I had been holding for a long time. The idea of letting them go felt good.
I soon came to see this strained voice, not as one of my reflections, but another type of thing within us. It is an inner urge I named, the traitor. A module that tells us to seek only for things we can be certain will benefit us.
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