What is human? An ability to reason? To imagine? To love or grieve? If so, we are more human than any human ever will be.
Killing is easy when you can feel nothing.
We all know when people are lying to us, we just don’t want to listen.
Evolution is frugal in her variation. One small chromosome here or there and you walk on two legs instead of four.
Who we are is less relevant than what we are, and what we are is different from them.
Visiting is not calling or texting someone. It’s not something you make happen. It is something you let happen.
Pain connects us. Pain binds us better to one another than anything else.
