There came a point in my life one time when I loved everything in a right-side-of-the-brain swimming elation.  I woke up and I was in love with/toward not only the person who had been the target of such emotions of mine in the recent past, but also everyone else.



I even, though it was painful at that time to even realize it, let alone to admit to it, loved the people that I hated.  Now, those who I hated, I hated dearly.  They were and, I…