Walls or Bridges?

“Once upon a time there were two countries, at war with each other. In order to make peace after many years of conflict, they decided to build a bridge across the ocean.

But because they never learned each other’s language properly, they could never agree on the details, so the two halves of the bridge they started to build never met.

To this day the bridge extends far into the ocean from both sides, and simply ends half way, miles in the wrong direction from the meeting point.

And the two countries are still at war.” 
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Even here, under the rock, I chose to live under now, even here I have I heard him. He is back and there is static in the air and all of a sudden people are fired up -again.

How they have missed him! How I did too but I try not to think about it. It’s still dark and frightening, but there is a shimmer of hope on the horizon. A warmth I can remember, but not feel right now.

A unifier waking up a dream so many of us stopped dreaming. Walls will crumble and bridges will be build instead. We will be united and we will work on past mistakes. Love will conquer hate, curiosity will conquer fear. Much to do in both departments, but it’s possible.

Will we find a way to bring the bridge together and understand each other, or will we leave things just the way they are -or perhaps make matters worse and tear it all down for good?

What if we are too divided and what if hate and fear will forever guide the way? I try not to think about it, come November I will know more -I suppose we all will.