Some have expressed the opinion that I have written a hateful book, though I myself was deluded to think that I have written a book on love. And therein lies the problem with modernity. Our world is filled with so much love now that people are so scared, so intimidated, that they dare not to express, to utter, to—alas!—hate; they are scared to death to hate anyone. Our world only condones love; there is no place for hate in our community! Let me, a weak and vulnerable lowly creature who has no audacity to challenge my master’s wisdom, interject through your thunderous bellow of freedom, of equality and of love, that there is no hate without love; love and hate are nothing but the two flip sides of the same coin. We do not tolerate hate! Ah but you continue to scream at the top of your lung Yes, we do not tolerate hate, and as a consequence, we no longer tolerate love. Everyone is so afraid of falling in love out of fear for the hate that ensue that there is no love in this world anymore, and truly, that is how we have achieved this utilitarian utopia: everyone is happy, and everyone doesn’t love everyone else but herself; and anyone who is unhappy, who expresses unhappy thoughts, is promptly excluded from this great utopian ideal world. I am just a weak and defenseless woman. I do not have the strength nor the intelligence to withstand the onslaught of a thousand minions of self imprisoned minds. And so, I will, upon publishing this book, promptly excommunicate myself from your utopia. And let this be my last thought and please forgive me for my final whisper into your ossified souls.