Each year my street indulges in its own Fourth of July traditions: a neighborhood parade to the park at the end of the road, followed by a communal singing of patriotic songs. So yesterday everything we saw was red, white and blue -- the houses festooned with patriotic decorations, and all the residents dressed in variations of the flag, carrying flags. Little wonder, therefore, that these beauties caught my fancy on the way home; such a nice change of pace!... which makes me wonder: what is it that makes things that are different or rare so appealing and refreshing in some cases and so threatening in others?
And why is it that we spend our young lives desperately trying to fit in, while as we mature it becomes so important to be unique and special? When do we finally begin to set aside all that egoic striving and seek our mutual commonality?
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