Anti-hatred

Like an Iranian, I'm willing to face the mechanical onslaught of non-empathy. I need my friends and loved ones to exist, there's no other way. Life is nothing without those I love, and I need them all. I walk through strange streets and tall towers rise above me, their long shadows darkening everything I see. Occasionally a rain of bullets shower down, the bullets pierce our bodies, we feel them coursing threw our viscera, but it's nothing. The crude metals get stuck in our hearts but it's nothing. We merely open our arms and the absurd bullets are expelled, violently, from our chests.

The impossibility of my existing without my loved ones occurred to me as I listened to a popular musical group. Their familiar tunes resound against my sensitive ear drums, and the quantity of people potentially recognizing these melodies in no way reduces the power of this music in making plain to me my great debt to my friends and loved ones. I don't care that it's popular, that it's common. Indeed, their melody swarms my mind and I am convinced that life is impossible without all of you. As though I could live without you! What bearded old man, what old man learned in the texts of a few books could convince me otherwise? I suggest you build your towers high, old men, and crowd them with guns, because I will forever be standing beneath you, my arms spread wide, my head held back, my mouth emitting loudly in the English language "Go fuck your self!"

I can't live without the people I love. I suggest to all of you, die before I do, because the world does not exist without you. And I'm struck by the apparently rare virtue of empathy, whither has it gone? What unique droughts of breath, what singular blinks and scratches, what one-of-a-kind sneezes and sighs exist which negate the experience of others? Why is your experience more important then the stranger's you didn't notice?

My sacred loved ones! I will exist forever because of you! When you sleep comfortably in your beds, when you brush your teeth, when you sip at a glass of water, I am wrestling the heavens, I am elbowing distant constellations in the skull, petulantly putting annoying black holes in my pocket. Nothing can hurt you because I spend my waking life aimed at destroying the destructive forces of reality. And in my dreams I spend blissful afternoons in lovely conversations with you, we embrace and smile at each other. The universe dissolves in our joy. Thank you!