When you see a "person,"

you have no feelings for them,

because they are not like us... In fear, in grief,

in anger, in joy...

in chaos in the hearth of worlds.

Greed-worship consumes, condemnation-gossip in joy,

where have we all become lost?

Having erased faith in conscience.

Amid the rumble,

we wear masks to hide our wounds...

The world is kind,

generous, and just to us;

How fiercely we give ourselves a role,

so that the moth sees the villain, turning life into agony.

Is that world of existence so vile?

Perhaps yes,

maybe no,

because that is not an answer.