Life is swarming in every corner, in every street and highway, in every jungle and in every hill. It is dense, cheap, abundant and ubiquitous.
Inside every heart is a yearning to be rich, a struggle to become, a hate entombed and a pain hidden. Inside every head is a calculator, of the means to get rich quick, of the chances to move up in life, of the opportunities to crush neighbors and colleagues, of the chances to strike back, of the ways to please the gods, of methods to entertain and be entertained.
Life living in a hovel or in a haveli aspires for more. If acquired illegally, the former is common theft and the latter an unsolved case of corruption. The common theft may result in amenities in the hovel; the corruption usually in expanded real estate.
Life is forever at the risk of annihilation from a rogue motorist or a wall collapse. Life in Asia favors numbers to factor in the risk of decimation.
The rich keep a respectable distance from the poor. And the poor a contemptuous niche.
