I console myself with the thought that people who have treated me badly will someday be exposed for who they really are
who am I kidding
the doctor's going to take one look and say "wow that's a majestic and beautiful liver, keep doing what you're doing"
and life goes on
But can you imagine if who we were on the inside determined our destiny?
The first time we go for a CAT scan, we'd hear, "I see... a skull... and bones... Have you considered becoming a pirate?"
Then we'd have to whip out our concealed scimitars and make the radiologist walk the plank, or rather, the sliding tray attached to the scanner, because our darkest secret was now revealed.