Why or when did love become hate?
It is very queerly peculiar to me that we don't work together help one another take care of one another and be of good cheer.
It is very queerly peculiar to me that some go through life hating hating hating their own kind.
Who was the first queerly peculiar homo sap who turned on his/her brother/sister? To what end? For what purpose?
None of it makes any sense at all.
