The whole world aches.
The whole world is sore.
The pain of the wound is too deep to tend to alone.
The weight of the wound is too heavy to carry alone.
So we must carry it together.

And as each hand joins to carry the wound, hands clasping together, united,
Another stitch is made.
And we come closer to healing,
And closer to each other,
Closer to the source of consciousness which tells us: we are all one.

I cannot hurt you without simultaneously hurting myself. I cannot feel without you being affected. Any feeling within me, be it love, anger, joy, or pain, ripples through the thousand invisible connections and is felt by you.

There is no difference between you and I, only space, only barriers, only skin, only molecules, and even that is an illusion

The only way forward is together

-Lucy Schwartz