Thus Spoke Wittgentstein...
God can say to me: "I am judging you out of your own mouth."
Your own actions have made you shudder with disgust when you have seen them in others.
This blog takes it's name from the setting for O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh -- a lousy gin-mill; a smoked-out, greasy dive where the habitues have all landed, it seems, permanently. Their lives, in each case, are paralyzed by fear and laziness. Like my own.