We Are

Suppose for a moment that everything that is is connected to all that is.  Suppose that the least moment of joy or pang of hurt in one part, however fleeting, is at the same time felt by all other parts, however close by or distant.  This being so, there is no separate self but only that greater self which is part of the whole; and all that is is conjoined in gladness and despair.

 

I cannot be unless and to the extent that we are.

 

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