Living in Unity?

What does it look like to live in unity when you don’t know your neighbors? When you fail to call your friends with any regularity? When your mother calls you once a week to see if you are still alive? When you don’t recognize yourself in the mirror? Is unity possible in such a world?

What does unity look like when we are constantly bombarded by messages that communicate we must keep ourselves separate from others? Our private lives are private. Our professional lives are professional. At work we are told not to mix business with pleasure. We are applauded for building walls by which we are protected, but also secluded, caged. Therein we die.

I ask myself about the possibility of unity in such an environment, and the optimist within me posits that unity is possible. If we are willing to pause, if we are willing to stop a moment, then yes, we are capable of unity. If we are willing to give of ourselves, if we are willing to give to someone in need, even if that individual is much more privileged than us in some ways, then unity is possible.

And speaking of walls: unity is possible if we remember that all barriers are permeable in some way. The universe is infinite, and whatever barrier in this world that might exist is no match for what exists outside it.