As rust corrupts iron, so envy corrupts man.
I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not.
Envy grew like a cancer, deep and invasive.
The most deadly fruit is borne by the hatred which one grafts on an extinguished friendship.
That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total. Hatred is a high tower. In the Wilds, I start to build, and to climb.
Hatred makes us all ugly.
Anger repressed can poison a relationship as surely as the crudest words.
I planted a seed of hatred in my heart. I swore it would grow to be a massive tree whose roots would strangle them all.
