A Long Week. A New Sunday.
HATE
Hate is as all-absorbing as love, as irrational, and in its own way as satisfying. As lovers thrive on the presence of the beloved, haters revel in encounters with the ones they hate. They confirm them in all their darkest suspicions. They add fuel to all their most burning animosities. The anticipation of them makes the hating heart pound. The memory of them can be as sweet as young love.
The major difference between hating and loving is perhaps that, whereas to love somebody is to be fulfilled and enriched by the experience, to hate somebody is to be diminished and drained by it. Lovers, by losing themselves in their loving, find themselves, become themselves. Haters simply lose themselves. Theirs is the ultimately consuming passion.
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The above is from Frederick Buechner's writings.
Springtime, I smell springtime. The storm is passing on. Maybe we won't have to hate each other any more.
T
https://www.frederickbuechner.com/quote-of-the-day/2016/9/5/hate
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. -Carl Sagan, astronomer and writer (9 Nov 1934-1996)
lifted from Anu Garg's A Word A Day
In above image, which depicts one cluster of some 100,000 of 200,000,000,000 galaxies in our one universe, each tiny dot is itself a galaxy. Our insignificance is beyond comprehension, and yet we take ourselves so seriously.