I find the history of writing fascinating. Long ago, someone began to assign meanings to a series of lines and taught others their significance. This allowed messages to be left for someone in their absence. There was no single universal written language, leading different cultures to attribute various meanings to similar groups of lines. These lines could resemble those in another language but carry a different meaning.
How can mere lines evoke happiness or anger? They are just lines, yet they wield power through the meanings we attach to them. We’ve allowed these lines to control us. A simple sequence like ‘I Love You’ can bring joy, but a slight alteration to ‘I Hate You’ can cause anger or sadness. It’s not solely the words love or hate; for instance, ‘I hate to see you leave’ can be pleasing, whereas ‘I love to see you leave’ might be upsetting.