People talk about “cognitive dissonance.” Meanwhile, I look into the eyes of many who talk about “love,” and “tolerance,” and being “stronger than hate,” and the look in their eyes causes me empathic dissonance, as I can see through their lies. Actions also cause this. For a bit, I thought that hate was the only truth. But then I realized that the look in their eyes was pain. That’s all hate is. I have known it well. Still do, but knowing the nature of hell, means that it is far less dangerous terrain, for me. So, being the smith of my own fortune, as well as an actual smith, I burned the hate, to stoke my forge, to heat the iron that pumps through my heart, the iron, which, to me, is why the heart is said to be the seat of love. After all. The Norse god Tyr is a god of law. Love is the law. He is also a god of iron. This seems to be a common thing I see in surprisingly different areas. As a certain time-pirate once said: All the Myths are True.