It's Not Love That Turns the World

I know it now... People keep getting blinded from the truth because of their false desire for love, to list one of countless reasons. It's not just the illusion of world peace, but most of the like. "Love" is the main ingredient that many use to gain the trust of others without letting the unsuspecting know their individuality is forever separated from their minds. The tortured (conformed) can't tell the difference between a real dawn from a false dawn. The same history in many towns repeat the shortages of conscious minds as this catastrophe is more present than the presence of the media. The true rulers of the world aren't those with families, it's those with money. No wonder why billions in the world spend more time on money and worry about survival. As they are distracted by survival, they unintentionally forget about love. Why do most of them never question it? The answer is simple, they're not committed to love as much as they think they are. Love from one human to another human is a nice ideal, but that can't be made reality, as love does more damage to the world than hatred. At least hatred is honest about destruction, even in the shadows. Human marriages and friendships die, so what's the point? If one should choose to have a friend, may it be themselves. I am the only human I believe in. It is possible for one to love themselves, but no human can love other humans, though respect can be made. It's through respect that hatred is overcome, not by love. Respect questions more than admiration. By questioning things, we see through everything. Hatred is faster than love, but blind hatred causes destruction. Remember, emotions do nothing on their own, it's how we use them. This would be the reason why hatred can win equally as much as kindness or more. Many things in this world, I hate, but not for no reason. Hatred is a talent of mine, and I love it. The reason for it is because if I were to stop hating the world, I probably wouldn't sense lies as much, thus making life more miserable as there would be no firepower left to care about the truth.