When there is a choice between love and kindness, (offering or receiving them, I mean), when there is a choice, kindness seems preferable. Love has alternative meanings and the context has to signify which one is intended. The word "love" can fill the heart with something close to terror as well as with warmth and desire. Divine love and human love have different motives and conclusions. Different stories attend them. Kindness on the other hand is neither complex nor ambiguous. It is often spontaneous and instinctive. It is utterly human, a distinctive quality of humanity of which humanity should be proud. In the early hours of the morning it is kindness I pursue.
As an exercise I try to imagine what it is like to be someone else. From the inside. Someone I may dislike or despise. Someone utterly evil perhaps. To understand, then, the feelings, urges, aspirations and hopes of an alien and unsympathetic personality What sense of justice rules his actions or moral force drives them? It is hard work. I have only just began, but I can see that it is going to be hard work