“gimme hate, lord,” he whimpered. “i’ll take hate any day. but don’t give me love. i can’t take no more love, lord. i can’t carry it... it’s too heavy. jesus, you know, you know all about it. ain’t it heavy? jesus? ain’t love heavy? don't you see, lord? your own son couldn't carry it. if it killed him, what you think it's gonna do to me?”