And so I shall write about hate in defiance of love. As love cannot be controlled or tamed or bound in by any of my machinations, I will find the hate and let it free. Love will not rule me or my pen.

They say hate is evil and wrong, but have they seen love? Have they really? Love robs you of your senses, cuts you like a knife, and leaves you staggering the earth like a zombie. Here I am even now, sworn to write of hate but compelled to write of love though I deride it with zeal.

Hate is pure and unlike its counterpart wholey unidirectional. There is no difficulty in predicting the outcome with hate, and once you accept that eventuality as the lot of who live in this imperfect and cruel world the angst and striving about life cease. Accept the inevitable. Give in to the hate. Anything else is tantamount to self delusion.