I often hear people say: “I hate <him | her | them>!”
Or, sometimes, I hear them say: “I hate you!” Or, worse yet: “I hate me!”—
What gross error— What fatal mistake— Words, underestimated!
Always beware of words: Words are trains of thoughts, And trails of thinking— Terminally put in single terms, Words are the utmost— The ultimate tool of your mind: And tools change their users!
Would they just say: “I love <him | her | them> not!”
Or, respectively, would they say: “I love you not!” Or, maybe, even: “I love me not!”—
They were far away, From hate— And close, To Not-love—
Not-love is the contradictory opposite of love.
And you might say: That is the most harmful form of hate, love's absolute negation. Right? Nope.
Not-love is harmless. A feeling that is void.
It's way too far from love, From life, From everything.
Hate is the contrary opposite of love.
And you might say: That is the most harmless form of love negated, love's mildest contrast. Right? Nay.
Hate is harmful. A feeling that is venomous!
It's in the midst of life, It's any of all feelings: Chaos—
Hate is a violent word, Full of passion, Full of lust—
It clads itself in beauty and system and reason— It raises your strength to the uttermost limits— It drowns you in weakness, deep down to despair— It thrills your mind— It touches your heart—
It drives you insane— And soon: You can't get enough!
It is too close: To love—
— Carla Fischer, “From My Pencil Case” carlafischer.tumblr.com