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How do you get past a history marked by capricious action and unwarranted chastisement? What bridge takes you across the chasm built of punishment given indiscriminately, without a rhyme or a reason that is evident to any but the punisher? This, having been the lesson of youth, sits close down in the marrow of the bone, in a place so near the soul that it is only with great difficulty that you, so marked, can, when you struggle, see that the results of the lesson is not you.