For all these thoughts endangering true happiness.
Too strongly denying the differences, yet always emphasising them by inventing new, less abusive terms for these differences, that to my perception are but superficial. Something I'm not actually interested in, the colour of the skin, the gender. Losing the ability to look for the transcendent beyond all these differences.
I'm feeling sorry that the art of satire is slowly dying, along with the ability to truly communicate.
A difference may also be a distinction.
A personality may yet just become a person.
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