The great tragedy of humanity is not our differences. It is our forgetting.
We forget what lies beneath the surface of race, religion, nationality, politics, and personal history. We forget the deeper ground from which we all arise.
At that level, there are no divisions. No “us” and “them.” No strangers.
There is only the One Life appearing in countless forms, meeting itself again and again through every face, every encounter, every moment.
And behind it all, Love quietly remembers itself.
Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
