So
many categories and dividing lines in the human life. What color are
you, what is your religion, what nationality do you claim, what side of
the freeway do you live on?
Our souls know none of these dividing
lines. Souls don't drive cars - fancy or cheap. They don't wear shoes,
worn or shiny new. No color is visible, nationalities perhaps are not
relevant - that's how I like to think. That when a kindred spirit
approaches, our souls recognize that connection, and feel a passion in
that union, however momentary, however different or at odds we may be in
the physical world, even however different the species, like a boy and
his dog.
Sometimes, though, kindred souls may be hesitant or even
avoidant. Our minds have their prejudices, or may obsessively cling to
earthly memberships, statuses and rulebooks. Sometimes our minds get in
the way of the greetings of our souls.
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