I think... that it’s a privilege… to disagree.
And if you disagree with that statement, it’s fine.
I’m not that handsome, educated, or cultured.
But sometimes, ignorant and ugly people are kind people.
And sometimes, literate and lovely people are angry people.
And when we disagree, the room holds its breath.
Because this is the great unveiling.
The moment when real me meets real you.
The reaction is what gives us away.
Tone, perhaps more than content, reveals character.
Disagreement is a window into our very souls.
Because, out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.
The brain thinks.
And the faucet of our actions speaks…
I mean, even the pious didn’t know they could murder,
Until they disagreed with a poor carpenter’s Son.
And if we can’t love one another as we really are,
Then perhaps we’re better off hiding behind polished digital masks,
Living in insta-convents and guarding our cliques with more clicks.
Living and loving a lie with other liars. Fossilizing. Desensitizing.
If humanity is no longer capable of loving the unlovable,
Then perhaps the world needs its strong to suppress its weak,
Force-feeding agendas that make the world a "better place."
Society’s golden handcuffs - legislating kindness because we can’t just BE kind.
If your ideology is best articulated while your neck-veins bulge,
Then perhaps you’ll find that people disagree with you
More than they disagree with your ideology.
But when the real us comes out,
Bearing our teeth and making fools of ourselves,
Or disseminating a tranquility that diffuses wars.
Then we’ll know whether we are lovers or liars.
And I’ll say, “Hello, it’s nice to meet the real you. I’m the real me.”
And after we shake hands I’ll ask, “Do you drink coffee?”
And maybe you’ll say, “I’d love to.”
