Even if everybody suffers, your own suffering does not seem less. - J. P. Donleavy

"Why don't you shut up. You thief."
Amazing how few words one has to use to gain one's desired effect.

On the granite steps of Macfugger House between the tall sweating pillars. The green ground dropping away. Down towards trees, great dark leafy mushrooms towering over the grass. A lonely sound of wind. The grey grey clouds cramped in the heavens. Listen for souls. When they sound. Bellowing out in the night. Thudding through ditches. Squeezing out the bitter drops of hate. To scar and sour the soil.

In a big bowl full of hatred can you ever find a spoonful of love.