I think the road from hatred to empathy is far shorter than the road from cold sociopathy to empathy.
At least with hatred, the person lifts their head to see you when they hurt you, they’re passionate about your existence, just in the wrong way. The capitalist presses a button and yawns hurting people in volume, the victims never given a passing thought.
I think the road to my suffering from hatred is far shorter than the road from utter callousness to my suffering.
Maybe people with hate in their hearts are redeemable (though I think this is often overstated by people who don’t understand just how deeply rooted hate is, and how few people actually escape from it), while the sociopathically callous are not. But of the two, one will dedicate far more resources to see me suffer, while the other will only see me suffer if it is convenient for them, and on that very practical consideration, I prefer dealing with the callous over the hate-filled.
It’s the same reason I would prefer living under the coldness of the French Republic as an impoverished Jew in the late 1930s over Nazi Germany.
Forgive me for not finding that comforting.
One person has emotions. The other is a soulless robot begging for his off button to be punched.
I think the road from hatred to empathy is far shorter than the road from cold sociopathy to empathy.
At least with hatred, the person lifts their head to see you when they hurt you, they’re passionate about your existence, just in the wrong way. The capitalist presses a button and yawns hurting people in volume, the victims never given a passing thought.
I think the road to my suffering from hatred is far shorter than the road from utter callousness to my suffering.
Maybe people with hate in their hearts are redeemable (though I think this is often overstated by people who don’t understand just how deeply rooted hate is, and how few people actually escape from it), while the sociopathically callous are not. But of the two, one will dedicate far more resources to see me suffer, while the other will only see me suffer if it is convenient for them, and on that very practical consideration, I prefer dealing with the callous over the hate-filled.
It’s the same reason I would prefer living under the coldness of the French Republic as an impoverished Jew in the late 1930s over Nazi Germany.
I don’t think it was meant to be.