Your sum of parts Did not together pluck such envy from him As did that one, and that, in my regard, Of the unworthiest siege.

Envy is plucked, isn’t it?
It’s like a string, tightly wound in ourselves and mostly it just stays there silent and taut. But we encounter someone or something that triggers envy and that trigger takes its fingers and plucks that string.
And envy vibrates – taking up space and reverberating around the self, no matter how you wish it would be silent.

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