We have the same values. Don’t laugh. In my heart and in your heart is the same room. A room with a window. The window looks out on meadow. We both go the same room to look at that meadow through the window. Looking at the meadow gives us each the same feeling. So tangible, so in tact, so traceable by your finger, that it could even be named. But we need not name the feeling.

How could you be fooled by the trappings of societal interpretation ? How can words like democrat and alcoholic even enter our world? All of that. All is. Veneer. Covering.

We ate the same. We are one. Forget the rest. You do know how.