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With thanks to the rabbits.
"It's my past," I said eventually, "things put into my mind that have me wishing I could gouge my eyes out."
"I wouldn't," said my cat, "recommend it."
"Be serious," I replied, "it's a troubling thought, something that takes time to resolve, not something I ever want to do."
"I see," said my cat with a look of wry amusement.
"No," I replied, "I'm not certain you can. You can appreciate what I'm saying, but I don't think you can truly see."
"No," said my cat, "I'm afraid I can see, and in a very real sense I understand what it is you face. It's such a shame that those who assist you are incapable of seeing beyond your words to sense the spirit beneath them."
"What," I asked with a puzzled expression, "do you mean by that."
"They beat upon you," said my cat, "because of what you say. Judging their success by your silence. Never realizing you're as troubled by your words as they are. Seriously, they lack empathy to a degree that Eliza would be better at their jobs."
For a moment I laughed quietly to myself.
"What," asked my cat, "is suddenly so amusing."
"I've just been handed an exception," I grinned, "one that proves the rule and yet is unbound by it. Yet on the whole I begin to see the truth of it."