Irony of oneness!
The very first Haiku I conceived went by,
a frog leaped uponWhat it tells is despite having the same source, one is forced to subjugate or devour another to perpetuate oneself. Looking at the fragmented life, can it be conjectured that the essence is eventually the same? That's the irony, despite having the common essence, commonality isn't perceived in the world where we eke out a living.
a moth to eat, but sharing