if (love == hate){hate == love} //.

based upon the Dare to Hate soliloquy by Brian Nigus Is a video piece that explores the desensitization of the phrases in a context within ones self being.

Dare to Hate:
A Soliloquy by Brian Nigus
As I traveled from north to south and back again, my thoughts did wander east.
Pondering on past relations and people I had once called my own.
Each one of these people had I uttered the tender word of Love.
And each utterance of this word was never truly owned, but once.
For the first time uttered was once true, and once it wasn’t first, it was true no longer.
This word, this loving word, losing pounds as it runs faster out of mouths.
I cannot remember nor dare count how much weight I have lost.
For so many times have I uttered this verb that it is now a useless noun.
It hath not only numbed the word, but twice numbed mine own.
For love means nothing to me now.
A word only to be thrown.
But what about hate?
The word never having escaped my mouth with true regard.
For this devilish word has such power that to use it would surely be grave.
And as my thoughts continue eastward, they fall upon the west.
For hate is the evil doppelganger of love.
Matched fully in power, size, and ease of use.
For there are many travelers I know who hate this and that.
But as I have lost so much weight, haven’t they also matched my sweat and tire?
For if they hate so much and I love the same, then neither of us are truth tellers.
One’s love has been used up just as one’s hate has.
Leading both liars to a common ground from varied directions.
Love coming from the north, as hate travels towards it.
An angel one might perceive as a demon the other.
But one shouldn’t rush so quickly to what they see.
For as weight is lost, both liars will continue past this ground.
Heading in opposite directions from whence they came.
Turning angels to hate and demons to love.
So my mind then asks this question.
Tis better to love or to hate?
For if loving leads me to hate then I shall have none of it.
But if hate leads me to love then I shall have it all.
For even if I have to travel through misery to end up a lover,
I should find it better than traveling through love to become miserable.
For even if one tried to utter their choice word in moderation,
Their cup of passion would always be found empty.
For once either word is uttered, its power is significantly lost,
Making moderation a fool’s fancy, and of no use.
For nothing is ever gained in mid ground, only first losers and last winners.
Though, one other solution crosses my eastward mind.
And that is to never love or hate at all until the justified time.
For once they are let loose they lose all strength,
But if savored until the seasons are ripe,
Then they may be used for their true intents.
One’s hate may lie dormant until it is unleashed upon this world,
Just as one’s own love may wake when the world needs of it.
Both can give, and both can take.
It is the direction and timing of each that is dependent upon the user.
Though, as for mine own uses,
It seems I am doomed to misery.
For so much weight has been lost in my repetitious acts of love.
And I only pray that my impending life of hate will lead me again to that of love.
So it is of my sincere hope that my friends discover this ponderance as I have,
For the hate in my heart is equal for them all.
Adieu.