The type of Revenge that my hypothalamus, my Reptilian Brain, My Flesh, wanted, should be easy for you to imagine. And it was easy for me to imagine and immediately my soul, my limbic system, my mammalian brain, said, no, James, that won't satisfy you.
Within a few more moments My Soul showed me the following. What a pitiful shriveled miserable unhappy joyless soul that creature has, Having been born with a joyful one. As we all are. Realizing that was revenge enough. I shall continue to try and better live my life such that on occasion maybe I can help such a twisted miserable suffering soul return to the Joy known in childhood that is supposed to travel with us all our lives, as it long last it has returned to me these recent decades.