I understand that I’m not changing the world. I don’t think, sometimes in my deepest heart of hearts, that I’m even protecting anyone. I think that I’m part of a huge veil; a group of men and women who deal with one tiny aspect of this world so that no one else has to admit it exists. That I exist just so that wealthy, fat, state-educated people can believe that evil is a “quaint notion.” I’m holding one finger in the dike and smiling for the tourists who believe that it is water on the other side.

Rory Miller

his book “Meditations on Violence”