Love pinned me in my hair, and I have always lived in this way. Watch love flow one resentment after another to hell until the end of the world.
"Love, why are you called love, but you are the messenger of hate?" I asked love.
"Then why are you named Shura?" Ai answered as he rocked the boat.
Why? My name is Shura.
Because how can there be hatred without love!
How can evil arise without good?