It’s our inability to get past geographical, social, economic, racial, political, religious, national and all the other boundaries we put on ourselves that keeps us from seeing ourselves as human beings first. This is why, whether pragmatically or cynically, we are such a hopeless race.
Some of us can build little castles of comfort or wealth while the majority struggles against poverty, repression and lack of opportunity. Some of us can throw a little money or a few discarded objects over the castle walls and feel a little better about ourselves. A very few will give out of the little they have. Most will give out of their excess.
Yet any bit of compassion is a bit of hope. Any bit of hope is a bit of faith in such a thing as a human community. Any bit of faith in a human community is a bit of belief that all humans mean something.
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