What you know, you are.
What you are, you love.

To love is to know. To know is to be.

Still you have guilt about what you have done. Can you not see how ridiculous this is?

What you know, you are.
What you are, you love.

What you have guilt about, you hate.
What you hate, you cannot be.

Therefore, you feel guilty about something that is not you. What sense does that make?

If it were you, you would love it. If you hate it, it is not you.