Sometimes I imagine a place, a situation, a type of existence in which we can all relate to one another as anonymous beings and personalities, without the baggage of roles, relationships, genders, languages, ages, physiques, races or even shared experience. I imagine a place where there is only unfettered communication, where I can feel what you feel without losing myself, where I can understand you and you can understand me and we can share how we are different and how we are the same and maybe even figure out some little part of why we are the ways we are, and why we are not the ways we aren’t. And then, once we’ve developed this filtered gestalt of one another, once we’ve come to an understanding and even affection, the lights come on and we see, across the table, the shocking physical reality of our differences. Can you imagine the embarrassment, the fear, the visceral conflict? can you feel the alarm of all our sense of relative position in society, our prejudices, our insecurities crashing back into place as we see this person with whom we just shared so intimate a communion? How powerful an education that could be, I think.
Hello, friends. I wish I knew you like that.
Later. Love.
