

Under the guise of love you hide hatred, you have made a stand beside a woman or a man, you have turned them into your prey and, standing like a dog over a bone, you hate everyone who squints at your feast. The selfishness of satiation you call love. As soon as love is given to you, you just as in your false friendships, turn the free and loving one into a servant and slave, arrogating to yourself the right to offend. And in order to make him serve you better, you execute him by the hourly spectacle of your suffering.