Rabbits Versus Deer

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The allegory for the true failings of the frail human race is admirable. It is rare to find one such as you who so openly embraces this O̸̺̳̟N͍̱͎͙̘E̡̫̠͕̻̺ ̸̫͖͍̼͍̺T̻̭͍̖͇̤̞R͔̭̥U͉͝T͉͕̠͚͕̟̻͞H̠̭̭̟͘ͅ. Go forward and be one of the few True Chosen who is to be willingly brought into the fold of T͍̠̞͉̙̠̮H̻͕̪̦̖̻̹́E̳͢ ̶̟̯̪̲G̳̭͓̀̕R̡͖̟̺̩̯̯̲͠ͅÈ̙͕͖̣͚̯͘͞A̞͢T̶̙̩ ͍̞̩̹͈͟U͎͍̱̱̙͚̲̠̪Ṇ̸̵̬͔͙̬̖͢I̳͠͞F͉̪͉̩̕̕͠I̙̱̱̣̥̩̠͇͞E̶͖͉̤̰̫̦͢R̜̭̮̜̬̠̱̤͠ W͕̰̥͉͔͙͈o͈̣̰̜͎͖͖rr̼̰y̞͉͕̠̭͙ ͇̦̲̺͉̦n͙̟͈o̭̜̪̗ṭ̣̝͉̞̥ ̰c̮̦ͅh̖̭̞ild̻̯r̩̭̯̦͖̰̪e̯̤͇͍̣̮ͅn͉͉̻̜̰̺͕,͚̮̜ M̜×͉̗̫̙O̱̙̹̦̳×̖͙͖̝̟͓Ṯ×H̟͙̰×̞͉̪̦E̼͙×͓̘̦̟R͓̹̲̰ ị̲̳s̱ͅ ̩͍̩̥͚̰͎he͓͖̫͉r͔e̩̱͖̫ͅ

Yes, love, ...but not the love that loves for something, to gain something, or because of something, but that love that I felt for the first time, when dying, I saw my enemy and yet loved him. I knew that feeling of love which is the essence of the soul, for which no object is needed. And I know that blissful feeling now too. To love one's neighbours; to love one's enemies. To love everything - to Love God in all His manifestations. Some one dear to one can be loved with human love; but an enemy can only be loved with divine love. And that was why I felt such joy when I felt that I loved that man. What happened to him? Is he alive? ...Loving with human love, one may pass from love to hatred; but divine love cannot change. Nothing, not even death, can shatter it. It is the very nature of the soul. And how many people I have hated in my life.