Hey, hey, PJA, how many enemies did you make today?

Who is thine enemy?
If thou makest any into thine enemy,
canst thou not make all into thine enemies:
if not now, then in the days to come?

If thou makest any into thine enemy,
and all may be made into thine enemies,
is not the whole world against thee,
and art thou not sorely troubled?

Would’st thou live without enemies?

Then find thine enemies within,
and make of them friends.
They wait only on love
which, thou knowest, is easily given.

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