A few mornings ago, I was returning to my apartment after a still-dark , neighborhood walk. I saw a lady who was probably leaving for work. By coincidence, ( our paths were "coinciding") we were both going toward the mailboxes. I could see that she was uncomfortable. ( Understandably, having received a notice of an armed robbery at the apartments a few days before. ) When I got close enough, I said "Fear not. " She stayed focused on her keys.
The question of "better" to be loved or feared seems to have been misinterpreted by some as "Would you Rather be loved or feared?" To me, it is about being responsible for someone else's feelings. Though I didn't feel "responsible" for her fear, I thought it would have been better if she had felt love.
The seed begs to see the sun,
perchance some day to bloom,
if only for it,
and for a while.