That last post was up for literally seconds before I started getting requests for a rebloggable version. Here you go!
I do not understand the idea that love is finite, for tiny owls or for people. While we may lack the resources (energy, time, capability) to effectively demonstrate love for literally everyone at all times, we still have an infinite capacity to feel love for other people - and things, too. What this means is that I cannot be best friends with everyone. But I still love people. My love outpaces the space-time continuum.
This is, I think, the foundation of empathy - recognizing that we have room to care about everyone else.
As for whether or not people can be too horrible to be loved - I want to be flippant and say that Hitler had a girlfriend. But really, I worry that a lack of love is what leads people to be horrible in the first place. And I tend to think that people who worry about their own horribleness are rarely as horrible as they think they are.
It’s possible I watched way too much Mr. Rogers and Muppets when I was a child.