Hate: return to sender; address unknown.
Everything solid was first an idea.
Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.
Ridicule has historically proven itself a rickety fence for great ideas.
When we can build something like the Hubble telescope and fathom images of this vast cosmos of which we are a part, it really gives pause to wonder what and who we are within a larger framework than linear adventures at the shopping mall and taxes.
If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.