We are all born pure and kind, with wide eyes. Eyes looking at this beautiful world with brilliance, the brilliance of your own soul. But the abomination that is in people gradually spills out on you, leading to gradual decay. And here you are, like an onion, layer by layer, overgrown with bitter and tear-causing scales. Each of these scales in you is not cultivated by you yourself, but by another person. This is a reaction to aggression, humiliation, pain. So you acquire armor - poisonous and foul-smelling. And the older and more experienced you are, the more difficult it is to break through to that bright and pure that is in your soul. Faith in people is corrupted by them, and you yourself are already beginning to exude poison, from which your eyes water. And the larger the bulb, the more rot in it.

And so lives in this vast world a host of onion souls crippled by life ...