We easily share compassion with our friends whose spirits are draped in fur, hair or feathers. They are obviously different from us. Why is it so difficult to extend this love to those who wear different skin colors, worship a different god, or lean in a different political direction?
Why do we think in terms of us and them? Whether our souls are covered with skins in tones of brown, black or white, are there truly any differences?
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