Walking along the hot beach the other day I waited in line at a snack concession. The sweat was rolling off customer’s foreheads, noses, and darkening their T-shirts. When I got up to place my order I asked the server, “How do you stand it working out here in the heat all day long?”
She grinned the most pleasant smile for working in that roasting oven hut, “Well, I don’t live here. I just work here. So I think about when I’m not at work. When I’m in my place.”
In that same way you can avoid the hell of daily attacks against your true nature. You know you live in a higher place. You don’t need to sacrifice your cool and collected feelings for those of the fire of temper lost. Heat doesn’t have to take you over.
Think of the woman in the hot dog stand.