One of the worst kinds of
elevation of the self is playing the victim. There are times when we actually
are victims, when actual blame is appropriate, but to take on the identity of a
victim and be stuck blaming is something else. Surprisingly, it is actually a
subtle form of elevation—I’m not responsible, you are. This is giving up all
freedom. I think the reason that remarkable stories of forgiveness take our
breath away is that we instantly feel the liberation in the lifting of
boundaries, the end of separation, of 'inside' and 'outside.'