I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all these people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. . ..
This sense of liberation from an illusory difference was such a relief and such a joy to me that I almost laughed out loud. . . But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.
-Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander