So obsessed with his own self and his own space, he fits each person into a rigid box to suit his egocentric world. Those who fit are friends. Those who don’t get called all sorts of names.
Healthy human space flows and mixes. It makes room for a thousand others.


I found humor in this.....the kind of humor when one laughs at oneself.
Thank you for this 'blast' at rigidity complacency with the use of only a few words - and back into the world of openness.