We draw lines.
Lines on the city streets to control traffic. Lines in parking lots to separate cars. Lines to basically avoid day-to-day chaos.
Some semblance of order is imperative, but the lines that concern me are the imaginary ones.
Lines between countries. Lines we create to barricade ourselves from the world. Lines that divide us spiritually.
Though these delineations are not visible, they are more apparent and alienate us significantly more than the overt ones. The only lines that necessitate configuration are those rudimentary lines of communication to begin to dissolve these boundaries.
Pull others in, beyond our own zone of comfort, and make that radical division less ominous. It may not be an effortless enterprise, but what is the alternative?
Keep drawing lines, and we will continue to become entangled in more misunderstanding and discord.
It is not my style to preach, but I thought I would leap out of my own confinement to reach.
I hope I was not out of line.
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Assistant Ed: Judith Andersson / Ed: Bryonie Wise