Are there really any boundaries?

I believe that we are one, that personal and collective segregational attributes like colour, race, gender, nationality and sexuality, culture, religion are meaningless. And yet when I observe the world around me, I see people who do not want to accept that; I see exclusivist behaviour exuding a primitive mindset which seems to demonstrate: "I am right, and you are wrong. I have the right to everything good because I am right and you do not. I am superior and you are inferior. I am good and you are bad ... because I am right (and you are wrong)."

These are the same people who cannot (and will not) give you a reason for why they think they are right or superior or good. Because in truth, there is no reason. There is only one people, humankind, and there is only one true race which is the human race. Intrinsically, we are all one people. We have the same biological organs, we can communicate using language, and we have the capacity to think and to better our condition.

Something recently got me thinking profoundly. I am a regular blood donor, and as I sat on the chair donating blood on Saturday, May 28, I had a moment of epiphany that my blood could be running in the veins of a Chinese, or Indian, or Malay, or a black person, or an American, or Filipino, or Japanese, or Irish or any other race, or a person with any given nationality. So there is a part of me inside another person which is enabling him or her to stay alive.

Sure, we can think differently and see the world in a different way but that is a cause for celebration because with such a diverse way of exploring the world we can bridge our understanding and foster plurality and come closer to each other.