Lābhasakkārasiloka: Gain, honor, and praise
Gain, honor, and praise come with a hook in them, the way bait does. Haman steps out of the queen's private banquet holding the richest portion of all three, invited twice, seated alone with the king. Every bit of that gladness rests in other people's hands, so one man who stays seated can empty it before he reaches his own door.
Phassa: Contact
Contact is the meeting of eye and form. At the gate, sight lands on a man who does not rise, and that meeting is the whole injury: no word spoken to him, no hand raised against him. The wrath feels like it arrives from Mordecai, though it starts where the seeing happens.
Māna: Conceit
Conceit is the habit of measuring self against other. Haman's gladness needs a bow to keep its shape, so a man sitting still reads as something taken from him. The whole gate bent that morning and one back stayed straight, and the mind keeps only that one, because the ranking is what was being guarded.
Kodha: Anger
Anger scorches the vessel holding it first. Between the banquet hall and the king's gate the wine and the honor drain out, and the same man is topped up with heat instead. Mordecai, sitting where he sat, loses nothing that afternoon; Haman loses the entire day he was carrying.
Papañca: Mental proliferation
Proliferation is thinking spreading out from one small perception. A single seated back becomes, by nightfall, a house full of summoned friends, a recital of his riches and his promotions, and a gallows standing in the yard. Nothing at the gate grew that day; only the thinking about it did.
Anicca: Impermanence
Conditions shift, and moods shift fastest. Joyful and glad of heart in the morning, filled with wrath by afternoon, and one glance spent the difference. A mood built on a bow lasts exactly as long as people keep bowing, and that is kept outside the gate, in hands other than yours.