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Gustave Doré's illustration for
This is not your normal pride. Not the understandable glow one feels at some particular success. Deadly pride is selfishness to the nth degree. My life. My body. My abilities. My status. My possessions. My achievements. My opinions. My experiences. My suffering. My pain. My way.
Pride eclipses not only the spiritual in the minds of the prideful, but also leaves no space for other people. It finds its outlet in disrespect for others, in the fascistic determination to impose one's own view of the world on others, in an inability or unwillingness to feel empathy or compassion.
Pride cannot accept fault. Pride twists the truth, always ready to lay the blame at someone else's door.
Pride believes that it is either loved to distraction or hated to annihilation. There's only one step between pride and paranoia.
As Iris Murdoch wrote: "The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or even murderous obsession".
It's up to you.