"Apology accepted." Yes, and now what am I to do with it? Shall I wear it around my neck like a piece of jewelry? Shall I put it in a picture frame and hang it on the wall? Shall I wrap it round and round my battered soul, a spiritual bandage woven by the person who sliced me open?
To you it may be the cure for an ailing conscience, but to me your apology is only dead breath howling down the empty corridors of my life.