If we can put people on the moon, "Why can't we just get along?" On May 1, 1992, Rodney King nailed it. And we still can't get along. We have never gotten along. We will never get along. Why not? John the Baptist couldn't get along with Herod. Jesus couldn't get along with the Sanhedrin. I can't get along with the fascists. Or the extremists of all persuasions. How many of us feel safest only in seclusion? Show of hands? What's up with that? How many waving hands would it take before we understand that we have a problem here? I hunch we have always been here. That the percentage of hands waving within the world population has always been about where it is today. When have we ever just gotten along? Who do we get along with? Who lets us be who we are? As we are? When, where and how we are? In whose company are we safe to be? Who is not safe in our company? Where are the places of safety and refuge in your life-- other than, or in addition to, seclusion? What does that say about us as a species? Who is just naturally a good place to be? How many of us are that way? How many do we know who are that way? What would it take for all of us to be that way? Why is common ground no larger than it is? We all have life in common and it drops off sharply after that. What can we do to enlarge our common ground around the world?
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