Paulette.

A couple of days ago I was placed in a situation where I began to feel the awakening of hate. It isn't the first time and I am sure it will not be the last. But I knew that was the wrong road and no answer to my predicament. And I looked at myself, looking at myself feeling this hatred — I looked ugly — and escaped the gravitational pull of that Black Hole by writing about HATE in the world.

And then I realized how it felt to feel hatred, how it happens and how easy it is, and where it leads you, into that dark reinforcing maelstrom of more and more hate. It is addictive.

And there's nothing to stop the hatred once you enter its cycle. There is absolutely no light inside the evil maelstrom of hate. Not even love can get you out. It is too late.

The only way out is cold existential physical removal. And then the love can start.