What throws you from equanimity to indigence first appears as a disturbance in a latent narrative which forms a part of your working map of what is real. Although what is at stake are private beliefs and passions the feelings have an insistently objective seeming motivation, akin to rational madness. In this way of generalising, objectifying and justifying feelings there is a kinship with the ethical. Is it that the ethical arises out of a sterilisation of such passions as guilt, resentment etc., or is it the other way around, that guilt, resentment etc., ride in upon the coattails of say, one's innate sense of justice?