hate is too great a burden to bear.
it injures the hater more than it injures the hated.
those whom we love
we can hate;
to others we are indifferent.
the worst sin toward our fellow creatures
is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them.
that's the essence of inhumanity.
i imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly,
is because they sense, once hate is gone,
they will be forced to deal with pain.
there are places in the heart that do not yet exist;
suffering has to enter in for them to come to be.
madrid
barcelona
amsterdam
munich
morocco
belfast
paris
florence
what a beautiful year to come.
we do not believe in ourselves
until someone reveals that deep inside us is something valuable,
worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.
once we believe in ourselves,
we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight,
or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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