But I take a little pill, once a day, and wham — I can think about other people. I think I’m okay. I can sit and relax and fall asleep. I can be on the air, do something stupid, like I do daily, and move on. Happens to the best of ’em, you know? One little pill, and I’m a better person.
And that, friend, is the disturbing thing. As a Christian, I’m uncomfortable with purely mechanistic explanations for our behavior. Friends say, “What’s the struggle? Taking this pill is just like taking Tylenol for an ache.” But no. No, it’s not. I take this pill, and I’m morally better. I’m not kidding…”