Don't confuse rage for hate.
How do you propose we debate this? I can already see in your admonition that you have no real understanding of rage and hatred, that my state of knowledge on the matter is beyond the level of your conscious awareness. How should I go about putting my wise old head on your inexperienced shoulders.
I have seen this inwardly. I used to be anesthetized, living in a world on naive bliss unaware that my inner joy in being had been crushed and shattered. But somewhere within me there was disquiet and I began to question the validity of my psychological drugged euphoria. Questions gave way to doubt and then disbelief. This state of anesthesia is the state of depression. The rise of awareness that one is asleep rises to the level of suffering, the state of being sad.
Depression was a state of deep unconsciousness as to the feeling of being sad, where one is unconscious that one is in pain. Sadness is the onset of the awareness of that pain. But the question is, since depression is the repression of the pain of sadness, what does sadness repress, and the answer is our inner resentment at our real inner condition.
Are you happy that you suffer? Of course not but at the same time the inner state of resignation that sadness represents is there to repress the desire for vengeance but at what, and the answer is at what you fear to be angry about.
So behind sadness and what sadness is is repressed anger, the fear of expressing it but which is there all the time. And so we come to you my dear dank, a person who not afraid of anger, the repression of which is smoldering hate.
But while you have reached the deeper awareness and psychological courage to feel and express contempt, you do not really know what you age really angry at, and that is the purpose of hate, to bleed off enough steam to go into a state of fill blown rage.
But what if you did? I don’t think you have ever done so and I don’t think you know, but I have. I will tell you one experience:
As a seeker I first found answers in Zen that ended the delusion of suffering. I then met a therapist who told me I hated myself and needed to go into myself and allow myself to feel what I feel. I learned much from him before he died. Hoarse later I joined a men’s group which brings us to what I want to tell you. Like you, I am an angry person, full of repressed rage and in one session I was expressing my anger at something. Pretty soon I was screaming with rage and beating my thighs black and blue with my fists when suddenly I was back in early grade school the day I learned my beloved puppy had need killer in the road. So I can tell you that behind rage and what it is there to keep you from feeling is grief. To grieve is to remember, to understand, to feel. To be real, to heal.
So what is it we really grieve. I don’t know down to the root, but I believe that our rage is there to hide the the day we could no longer bear the pain of love.
Anger is repressed rage that denies our inner grief.
We tried to stay alive, fought with all our might, and died. Do not remember. Do not open old wounds. Do not seek love or you will be made to pay.
Remember, dank, you already pain. We turned our backs of being joy.
How do I make that case? I can’t love and you can’t take my hand.