“Hate” is such an ugly sounding word. It begins in the back of the throat with a low hissing “H,” rolls forward in a long “A” pulling lips into a downward grimace. Teeth clash together. The tip of the tongue thrusts upward, flicking a “T” to the roof of the mouth — often spewing spittle. The silent “E” resonates outward.
When the target is vocalized, it feeds the appetite of those who despise. Hate begets hate. Chaos ensues. America bleeds.
The word “Heal” cauterizes the flow, lessens the infection, caresses the palate and tongue, glides through soft lips … and America breathes.