There's something strange that happens when one believes oneself to be "creation".

One does not need to take responsibility, at all - because the authority is somewhere else.

Someone or something else, can clean up your mess. But what happens when one realizes that oneself is the only real authority?

A tremendous feeling of responsibility. Not just towards oneself, but towards all things because it is seen that all things is oneself.

Could fascism exist, if one truly loves?

No, I do not think so.

Fascism could not exist without an enemy.