I wrote this little blurb almost a year ago, It remains true as far as I see it, and I try to remain true to it.
“Something occurred to me this morning as I lay at the edge of consciousness.
Only Man can greet the Morning Sun, and Hate all that it falls upon. Can feel its warmth, and show coldness to another.
Hate is the sole providence of man. What I can not understand, is how man can look at the beauty of the world all about them, and not realize, the only place hate truly exists, is inside them.”