Some comrades have heads like watermelons: the exterior is green and seemingly pure and unadorned, but once you cut it open, you find all sorts of other colors—red flesh, black seeds, and everything in between. There are people who may appear fine on the surface, yet their minds are filled with selfishness, feudal superstition, and a host of other complex ideas. These tangled notions are our burdens; they are, in fact, our enemies.