This is Not Robert Longshore - The Memoirs of the Fulcrum of Fate

The opposite of Love is not Hate. You can never anticipate where a profound realization is going to come from. I was just watching Adam Neely discuss the Uncanny Valley in Music, that thing that we react to with visceral, automatic hate. And— For me it's a bad live performance. If you can't play the songs you've written, write simpler songs. If your songs can't get any simpler and you still can't perform them, you desperately need to retire. Whatever. Anyway. Someone ( in this video ) said something profound: “The opposite of love isn't hate; it's indifference.” He's right. Love falls into the broader category of Intense Emotion – alongside such feelings as hate and rage and despair and joy, et al. The opposite of nothing that you can feel for something is something - anything. There is an argument in the Esoteric tradition - I believe it's in the Hermetica - that hot is not really  the opposite of cold. From my copy, the editor expl...

  “ What are you going to do with it?” “ Is that what you want to talk about?” I probe Peitho's eyes with mine. Their emeralds have hardened, dimmed with defiance. “ So what if it is?” I look down at the Rod in my lap, nodding to myself, my lips turning themselves inward. Something roils in my stomach, some distant alchemy of emotions I want to ignore, I want not to feel: Disappointment, acceptance, should-have-known-ation. I can feel a sneer pulling at the edges of my nostrils, flaring them. There's something pinching at the back of my eyes and my throat is tight. But I'm staring at the Rod. S –  I hate you , I think as hard at the serpent wrapped around the Rod of Wadjet as I can.  This is your fault. You cannot even admit to yourself why you are upset , Wadjet challenges me, and my throat catches. I glare at Peitho. “We're taking it back,” I say. “Isn't that what we agreed – to take the Rod back to your family – your  Matere ?” Peitho's eyes are emerald ice. ...