Not embracing our rage make us weaker and weaker.
Rage generates weak versions of our bodies.
We split in two parts.
The first one look at the sky, which is not blue in rage-land.
The second one look at the first one.
A weak handshake holds the two parts.
By embracing our rage we are able to connect again the two parts.
The price to pay is admitting to ourselves that we have been weak, which is embarrassing in rage-land.