Have you ever thought about what it would actually take to hate the world? I mean, really, from my (very very limited) experience, actually hating someone is really really hard to do. It takes a lot of time, energy and, well....bitchiness. (I guess that's an OK word to use) And even then, there are those moments where you're like "man, is this really worth it?"

But to truly hate the world. That's actually almost an impressive feat, other than the sheer terror the term brings with it. Think of someone who seems to have no reason to live, no ties to anyone, nothing. Now think about what that person would be capable of. Remove guilt, remove care for others (at least I don't think you can care about someone you hate), add motive to commit any type of crime to anyone. It seems you would be left with a killing machine.

Wow, so I hope I don't know anyone who hates the world. Because I guess by that point the only thing keeping them from removing themselves or other people from it is fear. And that thought definetly instills some fear in me.

So also as I was thinking about this, I was thinking about how much people seem to fear death. This phrase seems odd to me. Is it really death that people fear? Why fear something inevitable? So, is it death, or what comes after that creates this fear? Or rather, the lack of certainty about what comes after? I think that's what I fear. I don't think I can say I'm afraid of dying. But I do think I can say I'm afraid of what comes after that, if anything. I've heard about all the great things that could happen, if you do this or that. But I've also read Dante, and I've heard about all the terrible tortures as well. Sometimes it makes me think that maybe just death (you know, like you die, you're buried, cremated, whatever suits your fancy, and thats it) would be less of a risk than the chance of being boiled in oil for the rest of eternity. I guess that's one of the biggest uncertainties in life; "what's going to happen when this is all through?" And I guess it's a chance we'll all have to take. Dust, torture or paradise...if you don't know, maybe you weren't meant to.

"As I look around, the things I see,
Faces looking back at me.
I see them all but know not one,
I realize my time is done."

I don't know where I got that from, (maybe myself? *shrug*, not sure) but it seems to fit.