A story, a poem, a novel, a sermon, a lecture, all try to accomplish one thing: heart to heart communication through words via the pathway called the brain. Before one understand, one must feel so we go back, revisit the story, poem, etc... in order to feel once more. The more we feel, the more we understand. Feeling and understanding are not two separate consequential steps, but are two intertwined, interlocking modes of perception.
To live is to try not to get hurt. But hurt occurs anyway. A story, a poem, etc... is a way to deal with the hurt.
Soon, we all learn not to inflict pain on others and on ourselves. Soon, we all learn to cultivate compassion for ourselves and others so we can have peace, so we don't experience hurt.
Love is a blooming flower attracting bees, butterflies, and humans. Hate is a croak of stinking, steaming shit, attracting only flies and later dung beetles.
Be a flower. Don't be a croak of shit.
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