“We should state immediately that to be loved is a greater risk, than to be feared. Would Hitler ever have stepped down from ambition, to see whomever he loved? He rose, alike an insect climbing up the highest wall, alike a moth that attempts to reach for the sun, though burns away by its own attraction. Love is the emotion that causes one to willingly submit, and drop whatever shield, whatever barricade they raised against another. Though, a competition of fear, would make another attempt to break the barricade, using what is opposite from will, being force. Force is associated with politics, and love is never assimilated within it.
Power is a force of fear, while love is a force of power. Though, within love, we fall beneath the one we called an ‘enemy’, with a willingness to surrender. And now, we bleed tears before their voice, say that we were wrong as that ‘enemy’ voices the honesty we avoid.
Tears stream in love, not blood.”