Don't we all walk a road? Don't we all face trials?
I feel like we take the opinions of others far too harshly along this path. As if to say, "Well, yeah, I'm off to Gehenna. But of course I'm walking far faster than you."
I suppose road rage rules apply to our lives every day because we live entire lives without contact. The opposite of what a pilgrim should do upon undertaking a holy journey.
And if that journey never ends, I suppose we can be judged by how calloused our feet are by the end of the long walk.