We can do better than this. If we believe and if we do it together. All of us. The Fallen and the Forgiven. The Lawyer and the Ditch Digger. The Boho and the Soho. Atheists and Christians and Jews and Muslims. Red and Blue. Purple and White. Yellow and Black. The fight is not with each other, but in our riven hearts. Those riven hearts we can't bear to look inside.
Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not of one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.