Yes it is scary. I believe that love conquers all fears. I do not make any pretense that some people in this world are truly my enemies. They want to destroy me and all I hold dear. These enemies do not love me, do not want to love me, do not want to understand me or know me or anything I stand for. Yet I must love them. Not just because I am commanded to. I do it because it is who I am. My very identity is tied up in my love for my fellow human being. I do not always or even often know how to love and I do not always want to love and when I do love, I do so imperfectly. It is this very struggle that is me. The fact that I struggle against hate - not the hate of others - the hate within myself, gives me something to push off of. A boundary to say this is me and this, this disregard, this alienation, this contempt, this selfishness is not.