Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold

Betrayal. It's a difficult thing to swallow. Betrayal from a close friend is swallowing a watermelon whole. The best part of me whispers to forget it. Just drop it. Just laugh along with it.

The other part of me recalls a classic passage from Moby Dick:

"Vengeance on a dumb brute!" cried Starbuck, "that simply smote thee from blindest instinct! Madness! To be enraged with a dumb thing, Captain Ahab, seems blasphemous." . . . "Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me."

When one contemplates revenge, it's always a good thing to have "hand" in the relationship with your betrayer. Fortunately, that applies here. The dumb brute has played into my hands. I go now to my dark place for further contemplation of what is to come.