It’s that the foulness happening every day round us is a growth without roots. Goodness is more like turnip! The foulness just wants one thing, more of its self. It wants self self self self nothing but self over and over again. I begin to realize that this makes it very like the blowaway moss that spreads fast across everything but can easily be kicked away because its grip is only about surface. Just the act of thinking this kicks it loose and blows it away.
