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To: HG who wrote (10143)	1/22/2003 9:04:39 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

Hatred See how efficient it still is, how it keeps itself in shape-- our century's hatred. How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles, How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down. It's not like other feelings. At once both older and younger. It gives birth itself to the reasons that give it life. When it sleeps, it's never eternal rest. And sleeplessness won't sap its strength; it feeds it. One religion or another-- whatever gets it ready, in position. One fatherland or another-- whatever helps it get a running start. Justice also works well at the outset until hate gets its own momentum going. Hatred. Hatred. Its face twisted in a grimace of erotic ecstasy. Oh these other feelings, listless weaklings. Since when does brotherhood draw crowds? Has compassion ever finished first? Does doubt ever really rouse the rabble? Only hatred has just what it takes. Gifted, diligent, hardworking. Need we mention all the songs it has composed? All the pages it has added to our history books? All the human carpets it has spread over countless city squares and football fields? Let's face it: it knows how to make beauty. The splendid fire-glow in midnight skies. Magnificent bursting bombs in rosy dawns. You can't deny the inspiring pathos of ruins and a certain bawdy humor to be found in the sturdy column jutting from their midst. Hatred is a matter of contrast-- between explosions and dead quiet, red blood and white snow. Above all, it never tires of its leitmotif--the impeccable executioner towering over its soiled victim. It's always ready for new challenges. If it has to wait awhile, it will. They say it's blind. Blind? It has a sniper's keen sight and gazes unflinchingly at the future as only it can. - Wislawa Szymborska