When man first came to conciousness, hate had not yet been born. Simple were their thoughts, and barely did they realize the company of one another. Hardly can it be believed that so many ages had passed with such simplicity, though we are no less simple today. The birth of hate came in stages. It was never concieved, orgiven birth to. It was an offspring of an idea that had begun to evolve over many ages.

It was before the fall of Rome, before the creation of Rome, and even before the first pyramid had been dreamt of, when man began to take upon himself, possesions. Keeping for himself what he wished, and sharing it with no others. Little did we care what others held, or what others wished to give. Time passed, and in this time the ritual of taking a partners began. It was then that the idea of sharing began. Gradually growing to become an actual thought.

The nomads settled and primitive colonies were built. It was then that division began. Colony against colony. Yet there was no hate. An old disease had infected these men, and tainted their souls. This disease is now envisioned as a color of yellow and blue.

This disease spread through all men, and it was another great lapse of time before man could handle this illness. But even when man had some control of this, other such illnesses were born. Jealousy, Sorrow, and god. It was from these that war became. It was from the last mentioned illness that man suffered it's ultimate seperation. God.

This almighty being, created by men whose names have been lost, told man to kill off one another, and then love themselves for it. It was this thought, this innocent thought of something infinitely greater than ourselves, that brought all other illnesses together to create an ultimate evil that would create so many others, greater and lesser than itself. Hate.