Psychosis

It is nothing less than exhausting
to contemplate the prodigious
energy that is required to
build up enough rancour,
spleen, venom, call it what
you will, to make the case
to oneself to commit to hatred.
Mystery of mysteries
what drives the distemper
of such emotions when the
end result is the complete
diminishing of the hater's
humanity? The wasted passion
the corrosion of one's inner
core, the bitter spew that
results, how elevating is
that of life's promise to
ennoble the human spirit? It
does, after all, represent a
choice, and for those to whom
the choice to hate and to suffocate
the guidance of do unto others
brought intact down the echoing
corridors of the ages, ignored
by the predilection to detest
to slander and to harm in the
final analysis harm comes to them.