“Love is the emotion intended to create wholeness (oneness) from the collective. A collective, in such a sense, is only a mere fragmented whole, being of beauty or life. Hatred would look upon the collective, and keep it as is, for it would know it to be weak.
If the Communist sides with the collective, of their regime, it is they who will resent the individual, enough to prevent the building of a whole. They’d do so, in deconstructing a population’s morale, their homes, their livelihood, in the division of wealth. A collective is the division. A collective is not a whole. An individual is a whole. An individual is the single bullet meant to destroy the regime that manipulates the pieces, being the collective.
Why would the individual fight the seeds, when it can cut the stem? Why would a Communist fight the stem when it can cut the roots?
Fear is thus the foundation to life. Beauty is a collective, broken, until love makes it whole, being from the individual.”– Modern Romanticism