“Five great enemies to peace inhabit us: avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride. If those enemies were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
Emerson makes life sound like a Whac-A-Mole game in which we are forever standing there with the mallet attempting (or not, as the case may be) to suppress each of these five things as it pops up from below the surface. It occurs to me that instead, perhaps my efforts should be focused on getting a sheet of plywood, a hammer, and a few nails to just cover the holes. Okay, mallet or plywood, hammer, and nails?