Collecting crab grass from one's lawn is an ever-ending task, and as I was working, I realized how much each little plant wants to live. They begin their innocent life as a small, gentle plant. The seeds germinate on top of other grass, and they don't even need to lie on the soil. Small roots grow down to the ground and begin to root, and the leaves begin to grow on top of the grass that's already living there. In a few weeks the roots invade completely under the grass that provided such gentile care to the germinating seed, and the leaves choke the grass underneath killing it's host by stealing everything for itself.
It's just like us. We share the same energy of life. This energy can be so strong, that we don't care for anyone else. We see it's effects when all we see is our own life, our own world, our own needs, and see the others as threats to our own needs.
... my thoughts are like crab grass