A Dance Called Being Human

United in our essence we are differentiated only in the aspects we manifest of that essence. Like the petals of a flower we were once in the same seed; when the flower’s time comes we all return to yet another seed form, for yet another bloom.
This world is naught but a glass prism my friend; it sets us up against each other. Behold not the differences but the beauty of the contrast, and, above all, love one another.
We all return to the same source whence we came from. Fixed in between the two ends, like a string, we dance in between a dance called being human.

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