An Eagle was soaring high in the sky when an archer took aim and let his arrow fly. Mortally wounded the Eagle looked at the shaft that had pierced
his heart. To his great dismay, he realized the fletching on the arrow was his own feathers. “It is a double grief to me,” he exclaimed, “that I should perish by an arrow feathered from my own wings.”
~ Aesop Fable
How often do we supply our enemies with the means of our own destruction?
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J. R Lowe