Not Wishing To Cause Offence Offence

Not wishing to cause offence offence when somone calls me 'friend' but are not really one not bothering to ask others or me my name, only their mishappen mission counts. Should I give stentorian rebuke the vehemence of which will make them go pale or puke? Should I pity them for the arrogance of their ignorance or the purblind of their prejudice, as their predilictions count because they and their ilk only have the truth as others are so false? Should one smile at their bile or point out to them that the path to hell is made with good intentions; as they are incapable of seeing that like all humans, they like me are not infallible? Should one rebuff them with irony that great Western weapon in debate, so peppering their walls or undermining their drum barbicans in their want of debate, mistaking their estate as the only state that should be state of the world? Should the severity of the sure be sunk in the sea drowning their miasma of myopia? Should gentle rebuttal not a rabid rant be prescribed or either fail because neither conforms to the tail of their tale? All theory is grey but only life is green, but we must not tear up the tares until the harvest is in; we all have reason, but in today's world whatever we think we think, feel we feel, believe we believe, nihilise our nihilism, in our existential state we all can be: false, fail, falter, fatuous. We must go on and on living (like this essay at poesy!) our chances of being born were slim and we all have to live on this beautiful blue ball bouncing through space-time making our lives sigificant if love, reason and tolerance can be persuasive; trying do live together dissuading others from following fanaticism; we must brew doubt as the partner of any belief worth the salt of the earth otherwise the ugliness of the 'Four Horesemen of the Apocalypse' will ride us all down forever.