A certain religious flagellant got his start as a boy when his mother died of cancer slowly and in agony. He saw that she had set herself against him and he was enraged. "From now on," he thought, "I will be the person in the most pain. I will not be surpassed." As well as engaging in flagellation he starved himself and lived in a cave and occasionally on top of a pole in the desert. He believed, he said, that the Lord was interested in diversity.
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