I have prayed for one thing in recurrence:"God, purge the hatred from my heart."
As with many things spiritual, I cannot be sure of the response. But I do believe the answer has been
"Do it yourself."
It is not a matter of destroying your enemy, or being able to "be the tough guy", or to break boards and show off. Guns and knives have equalized practical forms of fighting, especially where life and death is involved.
There is something wonderfully silencing about the motion of the natural world. Whenever a storm approaches, when the sky falls, or when watching the wind kick up the waves of the sea -- one is filled with a indelible sense of humility. It is as if these dramatic displays of nature's fury are intended to remind us of our own insignificance. Man has flourished where he has mastered the elements, but nature will always be just beyond his reach of his control.
We spend an awful lot of time identifying ourselves with objects and ideas that are not a part of ourselves. Virtually how we describe ourselves has been in some way or another pre-furbished and processed for us to reroute as an object of our identity. Movies, music, television, fashion, and other forms of media expression act as substitutes for a real identity. Anyone with even a shallow understanding of these things knows full and well that they are all part of a business -- items and investments introduced to our culture to earn revenue.
As human beings, becoming more aware of the differences between us is the same process of discovering that which unifies us all as human beings.