Everyone has good intentions, without exception, all the time. They may not know it. But there are no bad intentions, no matter how badly we may intend to behave badly.
Having peered into this strange little world behind the world, where there are no bad intentions, we return to the world, never having left it, and are transformed.
Repeatedly pulling back the curtain, until we know for sure that we are only grasping at thin air, we stop believing in bad intentions. And people call us kind.
BEATING THE POISONED DRUM 