He ranted.
I listened.
Something clicked:

    He feels these feelings.
    He believes these beliefs.
    He thinks these thoughts.
    They are his, not mine.
    That is him, over there.
    Over there seethes anger, drama, ego.

    And this is me, over here.
    His feelings, beliefs and thoughts
    aren't mine,
    aren't over here.
    I can leave them where they belong,
    with him.
    Over here breathes stillness. 

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