Tainted love

I have tried so hard to not be judgmental or prejudical, even so to the very brink of imagining myself in a childmolesters shoes. And what I have come to realise is that man has an amazing ability to justify his actions to himself. Even Hitler had, in his mind, good reasons to do what he thought best. In one's mind sacrifices must be made for the greater good, it's only logical, and in someone else's, one's own pleasure couldn't possibly be inflicting harm upon another. Each reason is as true as the other. To the person with this belief.

If one start to think this way, it becomes clear that the notion of evil as being pure and naturally occurring is discarded. A person who justifies his/her doings in a way that is obvious to himself/herself cannot be evil, merely delusional. But evil as a state of being, as a de facto entity, simply can not exist.

Now hate, on the other hand, that's a horse of a different colour. Hate is a good enough reason for doing anything, as is love. And here, as well, the notions are very subjective. What drives a person to act out of love, might affect another as an act of hate. The intent though, is pure and true to the owner of this intent.

I dream of love being the sole intent in the world, that it could be the spring from which all actions draw their energy and to which all ends carry us to drown in.
I wrote a book about love, without realising that hatred is the force which drives us today.
And it's sad that we think we have so much to hate when we've been wronged so little. Seldom do you meet a person that has suffered enough to have the right to hate, and even so, hate does not come on it's own. Love comes first, and love, when tainted, turns to darkness and dig the hole inside us. 'Cause what is hate if not a twisted kind of love?