If I were to hurl a spear right at my hated enemy,
and as it flew midair, just how much thought would I then give
to how much pain I’d make him feel, much more than he deserved?
Too often we just throw pain out, to free ourselves of it,
not thinking, as it travels out there, that we shouldn’t do this,
and when the spear has made its mark, there’s no reversing it.
Infinite Ocean 