But then there were the thousands of people gathered there that night. Perfect strangers in tears with one another, singing God Bless America. Singing for the love of their country, and feeling undeniably connected to each other. It's not enough to be just not fighting. We should be singing with one another.
People cry together, struggle together, and they sing together.
I think that humans are basically dreaming creatures. That the imaginations with which we are endowed as children are the essence of who we really are. When our ideas are ridiculed. When we are made to feel silly for dreaming. That is when our spirits die.