Origins of Violence

There is a hole. In the hole is everything people will do to each other. The hole goes down and down. It has many rooms like graves and like graves they are all connected. Roots hang from the dirt in craggy chandeliers. It's not clear where the hole stops beginning and where it starts to end. It's warm and dark down there. The passages multiply. There are ballrooms. There are dead ends. The air smells of iron and crushed flowers. People will do anything. They will cut the hands off children. Children will do anything— In the hole is everything.