Would I want to live with your conscience, could I bear it? I can live with my mine but could others if it became suddenly theirs?
Place a frog in the frying pan and gradually increase the heat. It won’t jump out but stay right there; continually adapting and adjusting its sensitivity until finally it succumbs to the temperature and dies. Our conscience is the frog in the frying pan of life. It gradually adapts and adjusts its sensitivity: compromising an ethic here, forsaking a moral there, justifying this action and making room for that thought until one day just before it dies, our conscience struggles… just a bit, and we force it to bear a little more. How far are we willing to go before enough is too much?