envy is hideous. the tragically funny part is that its rarely well directed. its most often directed at the obvious, the end...rarely if at all at the cause, the fountainhead. then again maybe the survival itself of this base instinct (make no mistake, it is primal, even atavistic) would be at stake if it were not so. for while 'success' may foment idle poison within the neighbour, 'hard work' may yet provide inspiration. so with thought or without it, we unleash the green monster at all those symbols we would like to stake a claim to for ourselves, mind you, sole ownership at that.