What If We Are All the Same Person?

This was my first Thought & Other Absurdities blog post over 2 years ago. I still truly believe all of this, and I think it applies more every day as we see how destructive humanity’s hate for itself is and has always been. This world may have been built for no reason at all, and it may mean little to nothing at all aside from what we decide it means. We desperately need to decide that it means more than our absurd tribalism, more than finding a way to force our will on others, more than trying to lay claim to superiority and ensure that ourselves and those we feel are most like us have more seats at the table. This place is the most unimaginably beautiful fucking buffet with endless seating unless a majority of us, who can choose to make it any other way, choose to make it less than what it truly is.

If any of this is too vague, my apologies. To be clear, we need to eradicate bigotry in all of its forms.

Joseph D. Newcomer

What if we are all the same person, but we just look and act differently based on a multitude of superficial external and situational variables? What if the real point to existence is figuring out that not only are we connected, but that we are really just one being, that we all experience everything that happens to us exactly the same, that our only difference is what we experience and how that changes us, that all of our doubt, mistrust, hate, all of our longing for connection and our feelings of isolation and apathy are misplaced, and we actually could not be anymore alike or connected, that empathy for others is the closest we get to loving ourselves and the only emotion that approaches an understanding to our existence?

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