You say, “That is not me. I could never be like that. That person is other, is undeserving, a monster.” It’s an old story. It’s how wars begin, it’s how people turn on each other. And you know, it starts so simply too: “I am not you. I am nothing like you.” And it is, each time, a lie. Because underneath all the layers of fear and the protection, we are, at our core, the same. We have the same needs. We carry with us the same capacity for good and evil […] you are … every person you will ever meet.