Here I am trying to express the inexpressible...all things ineffable. Leaving me tongue-tied. Some words that have vastness of emotion are easy to talk about...Hate for instance. It's simple to me. Perhaps it's my idea of it. I cannot say that I truly hate anyone. The thing that stops hate in its tracks is empathy and understanding. Not matter how vile and depraved someone can be, I see the humanity in them, the confusion, ignorance, and self-loathing that brought about their downfall. If I believed in the Devil I'd feel sorry for him too. What kind of man am I? Is this inescapable empathy for all things one of my many great weaknesses or my saving grace for my other "all too human" shortcomings? Hate is too simple. It simply doesn't exist in me.
But its apparent (I say apparent, because I do not subscribe to this fancy.) reflection, its opposite that so many equate to... is Love. So cliche'. So true. Hence cliche'. No words. So much passion and violence done in its name. Worth living for. Dying for. What can one say without continually waxing poetic over it so much that the meaning is lost and only clever words are left in its wake. Ineffable.
For me there is only Love and no opposite exists for it. For to be truly opposite it must have the same depth, power and scope...and I have found nothing to equal it, opposite or otherwise.