Hate is a complicated thing, many moving parts, many dependencies. It is a human thing, and we humans are complicated. Example: even when I do hate something or someone, I can still love something or someone else. Even crazier, I can hate someone's ideas and still have a soft spot for the person in my heart. Take my nickname here - I learned about the historical Cino (a contemporary of Dante) from a poem by Ezra Pound, who was a frothing nutcase fan of the Italian fascist leader Mussolini (whose ideology I hate). But his poetry evokes something tender in me. Go figure. So I don't think it is a stark either/or, "universal love or universal hatred, nothing in between". That kind of oversimplification is not a mark of wisdom in my eyes.