Sometimes it is a great love to be trapped inside a hatred. It is like unto being a taxidermied bird. It is like unto being trapped inside a taxidermied bird. Something dead is being inhabited. This is the nature of hatred. Some live quite fulfilling lives trapped inside it. They can feel their claws mounted on a stone. Hatred is for display purposes. They appear to the be the claws of a live bird, but they are stuffed. Glued there.