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The Dance of We


I do not condone "attacking" anyone, verbally or physically, I condone a healthy debate where we can all learn a thing or two, not about the subject at hand necessarily, but we can learn, must learn of and within our abilities or inabilities to handle certain aspects of a debate on-line, a discussion. We must learn from the nuances or viewpoints found from both sides. We must learn to accept others, even those that "attack" us for any number of reasons. There is a fine balance to accepting that what those who attack us might say or add to a debate might well contain a nugget of truth or a word or two that aligns with the discussion in a way that is understood and may well benefit both parties to understand.

I recommend not pointing out the "attack", but diffusing it, softening its edges, by being steadfast with kindness and with a genuine regard for the opinion and viewpoint of those you perceive as attacking you.

I have learned much about my own viewpoints and even felt them evolve when I truly considered what others were saying and where they were coming from.

We all have something to offer, even in disagreement, we can learn, evolve and join our wings with all of our fellow humankind.

I am Peace and I am not alone.
Within Peace is Love,
they are not religions,
they are kindness,
they are laughter,
affections born of truth,
the dance of We.

Mark Richard Prime, Me, the flip-side to We and One with We, all


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


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