We fall into the trap of “The enemy of my enemy is my friend”.

As we become more frightened and confused, we separate into smaller groups, divided and conquered.

Poet. Philosopher. A sense of Humor. 60 years ago I rode the winds at the top of a tall cottonwood. Buy me a coffee @ https://ko-fi.com/danasanford

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