Let me ask you a very important question.

Does the moon hate the sun?

It chases it round and round, six billion years and it hasn't stopped.

Always reaching, stretching, grasping, beams close, close, closer.

Yet they will never touch.

But the moon, it keeps chasing round and round, six billion years and it won't stop.

This is not an act of hatred, 

hatred fizzles and boils, and it would burn out the moon

leave it hollow, blackened, and scorched. 

Leave it lonely. 

This is an act of love.

The moon will never stop, because there is always a chance

that next time, next time, the sun might stop and wait.

To hate the sun would mean giving up on this chance.

So let me give you a very important answer.

The moon will never hate the sun.

All this and the moon is just a rock,

and the sun is simply gas, alight far, far away.

You and I, we are so much more.

A miracle of DNA and cells and acids and sugars and hormones,

and the heart,

the heart that pumps blood through our viens.

We are years of natural selection, we are ever growing.

We have changed the face of this Earth we walk upon,

in ways that can never be removed.

But with all that we have done and achieved,

we still hate each other and ourselves.

No species hates like humans.

With passion and fire, with all consuming, single-minded bitterness,

or worse,

with casual nonchalance.

What would I change?

I would make us more like the moon.

I'd eliminate the hate.