By Joseph Pearce, Crisis Magazine - As a young man, I was full of anger, an anger which turned into the bitterness of hatred. I believed that the world was in a mess and was getting worse. I hated those whom I thought were responsible. I attacked them with the violence of my words. As I did so, I shriveled and shrank into the grim and ghastly ghetto that I had made of myself. I had gollumized my heart until it could no longer love. I had ghettoized my mind until it could no longer think outside the box, the psychological ghetto, into which it had retreated. ...