Humans

I wonder…

Is it that we humans,
each and all of us,
are common, the same in our individuality
or individual, different in our commonality?

I don’t think it matters how to describe our existential reality.
For each and all of us
are made from not similar, but precisely the same “stuff”
of molecules and elements,
of tissues and cells;
yes, in varying degrees, person to person,
yet, in no person, uncommon to any other person.

Nevertheless, manifold are the paths of divergence among us,
and the canyons of difference between us:
in our families of origin tracing back eons of generations,
in our nurturance and worldly experiences,
in our histories and memories,
in our observations and opinions,
in our beliefs and all that we believe to be true.

Add to this that we, each and all of us,
in our being, daily add to our histories and memories,
our observations and opinions,
our beliefs and all that we believe to be true;
which is another way of saying that we,
each and all of us,
always are becoming,
which is yet another way of saying that we change.

Given all this
(meaning, for me, that any one of us can resemble,
seem to be like any other one of us,
but any one of us never can be any other one of us),
it is
a mystery to me (beyond my comprehending)
and a miracle to me (beyond my creating)
how any one of us can be with any other one of us.

Yet we humans continue to strive to do that.

Perhaps, then, it is our resemblances
(which never are nor can be complete likenesses)
one to another, one with another,
and whether some are consciously named
whilst others unconsciously known,
that allow each of us with another one of us or others of us
to risk drawing close enough that parallel our divergent paths might be
and to build bridges across our canyons of difference
that, though they never completely (can) meet,
we, at least, can stand in haling sight and see
the other.