One-eyed earthly laws do not punish anger, because they do not see that anger kills. But Thy discerning law, O Glory of the realms on high, calls anger murder. I have striven, in sunlight and moonlight, to penetrate the mystery of Thy law and, once my striving began to wear away all my worldly hopes, I began to perceive how my anger towards neighbors was killing me. The children of anger are slaves, while the children of peace are sons. A son looks into the face of his father, and turns his own face towards that of his father.
Anger brings infirmity into both the one who is angry and the one against whom the anger is vented.
And infirmity is the precursor of death. A wonder worker does not work miracles among children of anger, for the children of anger bring infirmity unto him. It is therefore my delight to be constantly with thee, O Glory of the realms on high. For only in Thy presence I neither kill them nor they me. Just as drop after drop of water wears away even the hardest stone, so anger wears away the life of two people.