Where there is great hatred are the fetters of hell.
Join me for a bit.
This morning I made a vow to myself that for the next 24 hours I was not going to yell obscenities at my computer, no matter what it did to me.
I'm convinced one can discipline oneself out of rage and hatred just as out of any other bad habit.
I don't understand hatred. It must come out of reaction, not action. People don't do right. So what? Right is a subjective concept any way. People may deserve our criticism, disapproval, disappointment, frustration and disagreement. But hatred is a malignancy which says more about the hater than the hated.
People hated Clinton. Then people hated Bush. Now people hate Obama. I am fed up with listening to it on the radio and TV. I'm disgusted with seeing an adult, intelligent, well educated face screw itself up into a knot of fury over what some other adult, intelligent, well educated face is saying or doing.
Anyone who has experienced love to any degree will agree that love is good. It may have its degrees, but why make exceptions?
I don't like snakes. I fear them, but I don't hate them. They have a right to their existence and to be what they are. I give them space. I will kill the squirmy thing if it threatens me or anyone else around. But not out of hatred. The rattler was not sent by God to punish me for my sins. Nature made it.
There are people in this world whose behavior is so opprobrious it disgusts me, but I would not stand by and let them be attacked by the nasty serpent thinking it serves them right.
The only thing I can truly say I hate is excessive noise. But I don't hate the people who make it. Hatred is weakness, self-indulgence and destructive to the hater's moral and mental strength. Take it from me.
Hatred has no place in the human race.
A happy summer's day to you.