Divisions

I have befriended misfits and outcasts as well as a few famous (but usually unhappy) humans. I have believed some of those odd and often-troubled people to possess important answers—knowledge that is just as valuable and exalted as information coming from what some would call “an easier” kind of social distinction, if you know what I mean.

There should be no categories of humans, no classifications.

And yet the planet has become overrun with the tragedy and obscenity of these divisions within humanity.

I’ll admit, I have often been afraid to fight back—to speak out directly and noisily against it.

Carefully, though, I have always fought back—retreating to my magical sanctuary to delve into my own kind of amusement and entertainment there, trying to forget at least for a brief while. 

But this gap between different kinds of humans has become too wide, too cavernous. Their boundaries have moved so far apart that the older I get, the more reclusive I have become without wishing for it. I never knew it could be quite like this. I hope for a return to unity.