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“A universe of a 100% love is not a loving universe at all. It’s one where love has ceased to exist because it has no binary opposition against which it can be emotionally contrasted. Heaven only makes sense when paired with hell. A heaven without a hell is pleasure without pain, and pleasure without pain is the absence of feeling because feeling is all about the pleasure-pain axis. Imagine you loved everything. There would be no special thing in your life because everything would be equally special to you. How would you move from one thing to the next? Each thing would demand your love, and you would want to give it your love. You would be unable to discern between any two things. You couldn’t judge things, prioritize, or derive any special pleasure from any special thing. In fact, when all things are special, nothing is special. When all things are loved, nothing is loved. You have killed love by failing to hate. And you are no longer human. Do not speak of love without also speaking of hate. If you want to be the great “lover”, go ahead, but know that you are thereby the great “hater” too.”

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Book:The Intelligence Wars: Logos Versus Mythos
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