ok so what is love but a strong emotion you feel that fills your entire being with its magnitude and makes you react? But then discribe true hate what is it but an emotion that you feel that fills your entire being with its magnitude? Are these two emotions crossed?
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UnchartedVoted for by JenOwl.
I don't know that they are crossed, though as the dictionary states, it is a natural instinctive state of mind based on circumstances, mood or relationships. Our emotions are expressed often times within our bodies as a culmination of energies. When you are attracted to someone and like them we might find ourselves feeling butterflies in our stomach. With a negative emotion, such as feeling scared, our stomachs feel like the pit of despair. Love has many different feelings associated with it. Unconditional love is love without fear or any other negativity associated with it. Love based on attachment to another person often times carries around the possibility of feeling sad from what may occur (i.e. someone you really cared about dumps you and that makes you sad because you still love them.) Hate is a feeling of negativity and is also expressed in many different forms. True hate is only relative to each and every person who experiences it, and it also depends on the situation, the others involved and the person feeling it themselves. Like some things, I don't believe emotions can be charted because they are relative to each and every person.
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EnergiaVoted for by Auxiliar.
The manner in which you present the totality of love and the totality of hate interests me much. I have thought that love and hate are simply two manifestations of that which brings things together and spreads them apart, that these are associations and dissociations all manifested in terms of spiritual distance. The two are simply two differing though related ways of self-identification. Wordsworth puts it this way:
"And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led: more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then...
To me was all in all. - I cannot paint
What then I was"
Wordsworth "Lines".
Wordsworth's identity breaks down when the truth of his love/hate affair with nature as the opposite of his hate and the object of his love come into play. We ourselves are the ones who are crossed; love and hate themselves are in as much harmony as the rests and notes of symphonies.
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