You shall love your neighbor as yourself
There is a wonderful “New Yorker” magazine cartoon which depicts a woman, scowling, as she says:
One day Arnie, my husband, pointed out to me that every word I said sounded exactly like my mother. So he sent me into analysis and I worked on it for a year. But when I thought I sounded better, Arnie, my husband, pointed out to me that every word I said sounded exactly like my father. He sent me back into analysis and I worked on it for a year. But when I thought I sounded better, Arnie (he’s my husband) pointed out that every word I said sounded like my analyst. So he had me change analysts and I worked on…
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