Beloved: (adj) dearly loved.
I didn’t like the script so I’ve written my own play.
The script provided for me by the American culture says I should really love those people who love me, who are attached to me, or who were spawned from my seed. The rest of the world is supposed to be viewed with various contortions of suspicion.
I found the premise for this theatrical presentation of “Life on Earth” to be boring, short-sighted, and lacking in plot twists to grant a thrill.
Somewhere along the line, mankind, humankind, or whatever-kind needs to become beloved to me.
This does not mean that everyone I meet will curry my favor, but it does promote the idea that if I start off viewing all women as my sisters, all men as my brothers and all children as my immediate kin, I have a much better chance of being valuable to the world than if I close off membership in my circle to the tiny ring I call friends.
Then, if I do run across those who are not very brotherly, sisterly or childlike, I can give myself a great gift: avoid them.