sparking imagination
People with passion for the freedom and justice of democracy face more anguish than those who choose to be numb and cloistered, who claim to be neutral and “non-political”. If the hope for a world of Truth and Love seems impossibly blocked, some would rather die, and they weep while others hide in aloof personas.
But the fact that we weep and mourn the loss is witness that the ideal is not just fantasy but is real.
You look everywhere and see more differences than sameness. How can there be togetherness?
It is because we are all different that we can make a whole. You don’t want a puzzle with every piece the same. How would they fit together?
We open a little bit to admit some variety
