I remember a trip to Ireland. As we flew in, gazing down at the countryside below, the parcels of land were divided by stone walls, separating neighbor from neighbor, farm from farm.
But later, when I returned during harvest season, everything was completely different. The stalks of wheat were so tall that you couldn’t see the stone walls anymore. Abundance concealed the divisions, and the countryside was verdant.
This came to mind recently as I was thinking about the state of our own nation. Post-election, I see little indication we are resolving our profound cultural, red-blue divide.
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