Is hate the opposite of love?
Or is hate a response to those things and those people who violate the virtues that we care deeply about?
At this moment in time, the way I process the idea of hate is this.
How can you really love something if you have no interest in fighting for it?
To fight is to oppose, and your hate is an opposition to that which opposes the virtues you love. In essence it is our love that drives our hate.
My hate is very strong, because my love is strong. If I die with love in my heart, how can my hate not be there with it, for they are brothers. What must die in our hearts before our hearts die inside of us is fear.