How can we not agree, on what seems so obvious; the line goes from wrong to right, bad to good, here to there.
In facing each other, I see with my right eye—which is that on your left; maybe that is where we should start.
The path of agreement, is only achieved, if we line up to follow and march to the sun—or the moon.
Or better, I think, with both eyes wide open; facing and crossing the gap; to focus together, to meet at the center—the X where the lines intersect.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology