Just as a dense stand of trees cannot block out all the sun’s light, my ideas cannot block out yours. Yours cannot block out mine. I am happy, when we stand together, and the sun warms us both.
There is no name you can call me, that will take that away. No anger you can direct toward me, will break my will, and make me into your enemy. It is not my precious feelings, beliefs, or opinions that inspire me to write–it is my great sadness, as I watch you build higher, the walls that divide us.
