i do not understand well the concept of "hatred".
i do not hate anyone i believe, but it depends on how one defines "hate"
i either approve of someone or i am entirely indifferent to them. those are the only 2 states of relationships i have with people.
however, when i think about it, i do get frustrated to a serious degree with people when they impede my progress due to reasons of thoughtlessness, but i am not sure it qualifies as hatred.
an example may be (like yesterday) when i was behind 2 cars in a right turn lane at the lights, and we were waiting for a right pointing green arrow, and when the green arrow eventuated, the first car was alert and zipped through, but the car in front of me was daydreaming and did not move (and i knew the green arrow would not last long), so i blasted my horn at it, and it casually engaged gears and oozed forward in a dawdling fashion, and the driver gave no thought to the fact that by the time he/she was in the side street, i would be still be on the main road blocking traffic for a second or 2.
i almost decided i would push it around the corner with my bumper bar i was that angry.
instead, i said "come on.............. come on............. come on... MOVE!! you blasted MORON!! !"
i do not think that my attitude at that time was a hateful one because i did not wish any harm to prevail upon the bad driver, and as soon as i entered the side street behind the impeding car, we went our separate ways, and the matter was over.
i would not really care if the driver died however (unrelated to any encounter with me).
people die at various stages in their lives. some leave most of their lives unspent, and some wither away into fully spent shriveled shells who are now just husks of their youthful selves, but in the end, everyone that will ever live will eventually be dead.
i wonder who the last person to die will be?
anyway, once someone is dead, then they are not there anymore, how can one care about a dead lifeless body?