Hate

I hear many people around these halls talk of love. Embody love. Embrace love. Let love empower you. But fear hate, for it will burn you, bury you, suck you under and destroy you. Love is good and can be manifested, nurtured, farmed, embraced. Hate is bad, and it can be destroyed, banished, hidden, buried.

How though does one know love if they do not know hate? How can one know what is hot, if they have never felt what is cold? How can one understand light, if they do not understand darkness? How can a relative reality be understood, if the whole is not embraced?

I put to you that if you bury hate, you will never know love. The Eskimo knows of the cold. Or at least, he knows of a climate we call cold. But that Eskimo who has never travelled to the tropics will base his understanding of hot and cold on the relative temperatures of his climate.

And so of love.

You wish to love? Then you must hate. The two are the same emotion from different directions. You will never understand the bitter sweetness, the never ending rush of goodness, the majesty of the divine power of love unless you can hate.

Do not fear hate.

It is your friend.

It is your best friend.

It teaches you love.