
Love is one of those rare things whose value grows in direct proportion to the things which oppose it. Instead of being dragged down by conflict, it is drawn up from obscurity into plain sight, like a flag, bringing hope partly because of its rare fragility.
Because love is an act and not just a style of thinking, because even when given in silence, it speaks louder than any hate speech, it is supremely powerful. Love is upsetting. Love inspires further action. Love exposes.
Hate can't win against love for long, because hate almost always serves an ulterior motive, but true love is pure. Love cannot be adulterated or amalgamated by pettiness. Love will continue to exist long after the last gasp of hate is silent.
How can a power that divides itself last into eternity? Such is hate! Nothing can be built on it.

Love, though -- love never calls it quits, never dies, is always reaching out and never walks away from a promise. Love may compromise but does not turn coat or destroy. Hate, on the other hand, may grasp at straws to burn in its pile of misunderstanding and wasteful vengeance, but it can't rescue, can't realign us with truth. Love forces us to ask the questions that hate makes us afraid to ask.

Love gives a chance, while hate takes it away. Love considers the humble beginnings of all life and does not oppress the weak.
We cannot serve Love and emulate Love if we are indebted to hate. I hope our US president learns this lesson, along with myself and any other American who was bored enough to buy in to what is happening.