I have been trapped and my only possession is an egg. Without prior knowledge of its progenitor, I have intuited the egg will engender a neonate viper. I place it at a distance. Venomous even in its infancy, I ignore the hatchling. Repulsed and afeared, I move as far away as I can from the snakelet. Sometimes, from the corner of my eye I espy its writhing form: it grows, it slithers, it hisses, its scales black like the walls of my prison, its speckles menacing, its gaze abyssal — I am overtaken by dread and shun all contact with the beast, risking nary a stray glimpse. I am unable to face it.

Unable to face it until I feel the tickle of the beast's uncouth forked tongue on my nape, followed by a feeling of suffocation from the weight of its gigantic reptilian mass coiling about my being. Utterly disgusted by this slithering serpentine form that has immured me in its embrace, I, now am forced to face it as it locks its accusatory eyes with mine. And it is now that I realise I had no need to know the parent of this entity to know of its nature, for it was I who birthed and nurtured it, for it was a part of me and the repulsion I felt was born of my own inability to face myself, my deeds and the inevitable consequences.

Guilt, regret, fear, pain, resentment, hatred and emotions that consume and eat away at one's soul must all be acknowledged, made peace with, and resolved when yet inchoate and then eliminated, lest they fester past their nascence. Fleeing these fledgling emotions and denying their existence is to give Silent consent to their growth. And when these fledglings mature into venomous beasts, they come to collect their due — to be granted acceptance, now though, through no choice of our own.