The king is the ruling awareness in a person, and the rich man is the one already established in fullness. To curse either even in thought is to condemn your own higher state in the very place where states are set. The bedchamber is the inward, private room of imagining, where a person supposes he is unseen and unheard. Nothing there stays hidden.
The bird of the air that carries the voice is the law by which every inner movement travels outward and returns as event. A thought spoken to no one is still sown, and it reaps. The winged thing that tells the matter works quietly. Whatever a person entertains in secret is reported back to him in the facts of his life. His unspoken moods become the conditions he meets.