Nothing to do with circumstances so far as I know, just that my sense of dissonance with the public persona sometimes gets to me. Looking confident and strong while feeling poor and powerless.... there's a magic there that takes its toll on the spellcaster.
In other news, the head of the WMD search team has quit, saying Iraq hasn't stockpiled unconventional weapons since 1991. Chief True Believer Cheney says they'll find them yet, just have to keep looking.... where was that patience when the UN said its work would take a few more months?
Another dissonance: let me talk about Christian ethics. The highest pre-Christian ethic is Love your neighbor as yourself, embodied as what's called the Golden Rule in its various forms: Whatever you want others to do for you, do that for them. But even that is, according to the guy at the center of the Christian tradition, a summation of the best of the ethic which he inherited. His own contribution, the "but I say to you" bit, is more radical still: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, and the like. This is the sort of activity that can easily get a person killed, more often by his friends than by his enemies. If this is a suicide track, then it is also this that makes Christianity a death cult, as unclehyena has called it.
There, I feel a bit better now.