ROMEO Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?
And as we all know, fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. Suffering leads to not getting that discount you really wanted at the new store that opened just down the street and there was that thing that you really wanted but couldn't get because you were counting on that discount.