The holy choice

Humanity knows no races.
Humanity knows no frontiers.

Humanity knows no prejudice, no evil, no hate, no fear.
Humanity knows no injustice.
Humanity knows no inhumanity.

Inhumanity is anti-humanity.

Humanity is not all humans.
Humanity is only humans; the others are anti-humans.

Criminals, thieves, exploiters, haters, abusers, molesters;
these are anti-humans.

Human nature does not include anti-humanity.
Anti-human nature is the enemy of humanity.

Some may seem human because they wear false smiles: rictuses.
Like a hyena, they know how to fake a smile.
But they are anti-humans.

Being a human is a free choice of the spirit which can be a human or an anti-human.
One spirit can choose to be a human or an anti-human.

You cannot serve two lords;
your tongue can speak only one word at a time.
You cannot walk backward while going forward.

One chooses by their actions.

One chooses either to love all humans or to love none;
love does not tolerate exclusion;
compassion is always infinite.

You cannot hate a human without hating all humans.
You cannot love a human without loving all humans.

One chooses by their tongue:
Either they speak the truth, or they lie.

Humanity is like water.
Inhumanity is like oil.
Oil does not mix with water.
Water does not stick to oil.

Humanity was first; anti-humanity came second.

Humanity was made by the spirit of the universe.
Anti-humanity was made by incomplete humans.

Creation and destruction.
Wholeness or corruption.

Humans are those who have passed through the veil of appearances.
Humans are those who have passed through the fabric of the world;
through power,
through pain,
through judgment.

Anti-humans are those chained to sacrilege
by chains of their own making.

The link of that chain is named “crime,”
which means deceit.

Humans are free.
Anti-humans are locked.

Humans are beautiful from inside out.
Anti-humans become hideous the moment they open their mouth
or reveal their heart;
like a putrid injury,
an open wound on the soul.

Humans can sing, dance,
enact the mystery of the essences.

Anti-humans are grotesque clowns,
sad caricatures,
stains rather than paintings,
senseless words repeated without meaning.

Humans can pray.
Anti-humans can only repeat.

Humans can fly by themselves
and fill the space with joy.
Anti-humans need crutches,
and their laughter sounds hollow.

Humans can turn anti-humans into humans
by their spell of love.

Anti-humans cannot turn humans into anti-humans
by their spell of hate.

Humans cannot be killed.
Anti-humans cannot truly be born;
like darkness, which is not born;
only light is.

Humanity prevails.

Love strikes anti-humans.
Love melts hate and transfigures it.

Love is the melting pot where humanity is born.
We only have to melt again the imperfect parts.

We have to teach Humanity to love itself once more,
so that no anti-humans are left outside the home.