But how?
I don't like the word 'sick' on page 67, as its contemporary resonance is denigrating.
When I'm spiritually sick, I'm asleep to the Higher Reality, locked, troubled in an apparently troubled world, and having little option but to battle through on my wits, which are limited.
Well, that's the situation most people are in: not playing with a full deck of cards, and subject to imperious emotions, urges, cravings, impulses, and imperatives of uncertain origin.
It's not surprising that people misbehave, so it's not surprising when I misbehave.
What would I condemn someone for? Blindness? Error? Being asleep? Being unable to see? Relying on the only information they have? I cannot condemn without being condemned.
Resentment scuttles the lifeboat we're all sitting in.
Forgiveness really boils down to seeing things as they are.