There is this thing, and you can't seem to stop it.
We call it Hate. It is born out of ignorance, nursed in misunderstanding, and raised by bigotry.
There is no way to kill it. We have tried bullets, knives, baseball bats, poison. Our disdain for it seems to help it grow in fact. And it keeps on living it's blasphemous existence.
Then we found something peculiar about this entity.
Traveling through a sunny park one day, it came across two beings very deeply in love. It stopped-- for the love of the Trinity, it actually stopped! --and stared at these two for quite some time.
They were too busy lost in one another to notice this darkness so close at hand. But something must have tipped them off, because soon the one looked at Hate and said something to the effect of:
"Do you mind?"
The Hate had no idea what to say to this. He had never before come against such blatant disregard for his presence. Either men were at arms against it, or let the feeling of it's presence bathe them.