The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
The mind can be a manipulative mother-effer. And yet we trust it blindly, sometimes more than the heart, which is ludicrous when you really think about it.
I can 'feel it with my spirit'. And the mind cannot stand this, it fights fiercely against this answer: I can feel it. Because the mind wants an absolute.