"We need more compassion."
Different groups … are not actually able to listen to each other. As a result, the very attempt to improve communication leads frequently to yet more confusion, and the consequent sense of frustration inclines people ever further toward aggression and violence, rather than toward mutual understanding and trust.
We talked about the weather, the cost of living in California versus Arizona, and why it was obvious Tami and I weren’t locals (apparently, it was our willingness to day drink while shopping for sundries). Several thimbles of beer add up, and as we were shaking hands and thanking him for an unexpected Sunday happy hour at the grocer, I had to ask:
“So, is everyone still talking about the election here too?”
I've spent a lot of free time in the past few weeks trying to put myself in your shoes. What must it feel like to be in the middle of such a hotly contested, extremely close presidential race when the actual fate of the country rests in your hands? I can only imagine the anxiety and stress you're having right now, whether you know who you're going to cast your vote for, or not.
I'll summarize his bizzaro history lesson here: Communication, it seems, was really the glue that gave the community one consciousness.
In other words, we-ness requires something to bring us together. But what would—or could—that something be?