Meditations on Hatred
We first learn to hate from a sense of powerlessness in the face of percieved injustice. As we become aware of our selves and our surroundings, we begin to develop a sense of justice and "right," even if our early conceptions are very mono-centric. When the world fails to live up to this definition, we become aware of how helpless we are in the face of natural operation. We lash out at injustice and our own weakness in a mutually destructive rancor- hate.
If hate stems from weakness thought, it is certainly nurtured by fear. More than anything else, people fear what they do not understand, what is different or alien. It is far easier to hate differences in others than to ammend intolerence in the self. This fear and rejection give hatred a new outlet, but fundamentally keep it in the realm of ignorance.
The final maturity of hate is, paradoxially, love. Love is a maddening, infectious, subtle thing that weds sacrifice and destruction to nobility and tenderness. In understanding the scope of devotion and love, we expose ourselves to betrayal, heart break, rejection, and scorn. Even more insidious, love breeds isolation and envy, which corrupt the heart and the mind. We learn to hate when we are young, but we do not understand hate until we feel love's talons tearing into our brains and hearts.
Love is a sick and mad thing. Hatred follows as swiftly and surely as love's own shadow. How many are condemned to stand in that unhappy shade for the interum of their lives by a careless word or a thoughtless gesture, repeated and multiplied a thousand times by a thousand people?
If hate stems from weakness thought, it is certainly nurtured by fear. More than anything else, people fear what they do not understand, what is different or alien. It is far easier to hate differences in others than to ammend intolerence in the self. This fear and rejection give hatred a new outlet, but fundamentally keep it in the realm of ignorance.
The final maturity of hate is, paradoxially, love. Love is a maddening, infectious, subtle thing that weds sacrifice and destruction to nobility and tenderness. In understanding the scope of devotion and love, we expose ourselves to betrayal, heart break, rejection, and scorn. Even more insidious, love breeds isolation and envy, which corrupt the heart and the mind. We learn to hate when we are young, but we do not understand hate until we feel love's talons tearing into our brains and hearts.
Love is a sick and mad thing. Hatred follows as swiftly and surely as love's own shadow. How many are condemned to stand in that unhappy shade for the interum of their lives by a careless word or a thoughtless gesture, repeated and multiplied a thousand times by a thousand people?
posted by Jonc0re at
1:34 PM
1 Comments:
Kind of a whirlwind thought process for a meditation, don't you think? That is, it's not very organized or thorough. I get the impression that these thoughts were more emotionally-inspired than intellectually so.
Also, I strongly disagree with your impressions about love. Real love is not selfish at all - it is not merely an emotion, but an act of the will: a gift. Therefore, true love - even when met with rejection, scorn or hatred - will not kindle isolation, envy, hatred, or anything like that. A real gift is for the receiver to use as they will. Just so with love.
(The "theological" definition of "love" is, "to will the best for someone.")
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