Even if I come to dislike a species, that is the limit. To dislike. And to dislike is not an active verb, at least in my book.
But if any of them steps on my toe, and many have thinking they can get away by abstracting a percentage of my energy without permission, then they’ll have to content with that, good or bad. I no longer will be responsible for the radiation thereafter.
My reality, unfortunately for some, and fortunate for others is neither opposite of theirs’, nor diametric. I don’t speak sequels in a fictionalised world, rather grant the reader a margin to peek beyond his or her normal points of views.
“You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing” ― Hélène Cixous
One does not attain to self-realisation by stealing corpuscular radiation, nor by lying and promising about a future. It doesn’t fortunately work that way. Unfortunately for the somniloquy in question, every ego whether it believes or denies itself, is still ego … at least it ought to try to be astute when colluding. It’s terribly plebeian to do so otherwise.
And they marvel at my resentment towards them — at least first comprehend the nature of water, and then seek its secrets! In not so many words for those who can’t seem to understand mathematics, try to comprehend Ouroboros, and its significance in spirit!
There is a reason as to why snakes are revered in many civilisations and Medusa, Queen.