Love and hate, which resembled two completely different emotions, had always been the theme that could be observed in literature and arts. It had penetrated throughout the history of humanity's development. For thousands of years, people praised truth, kindness, and beauty, and at the same time, rejected false, ugliness and evil. In doing so, the people had indirectly encouraged the individualistic development amongst themselves. To imagine a world where we can feel and know, we must first understand one thing: What was love? What was hate?
O'Neil Andrew Morisette thought about it all day long. He was pondering. Mother... That was a mother's natural love; Sasha... Was that a romantic love or a brotherly love? Alanis? Annie? Vijdeline? Opareal? Elizabeth? What were all these about? What exactly was love? Was it a momentary touch of the heart, or was it an eternity based upon hope?
