What?
By julius
How can people be so different?
Look at nature: there are no contentious factions in an ant colony or segregated groups of salmon. Ever met a racist leopard?
Diversity is cause for celebration, not fuel for divisive conflict.
How can people contend with an uncertain future when they are so firmly rooted in the past?
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