That melting pot stuff was always more about what this country wanted to believe about itself than the way people really felt.
Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.
Sometimes the closer we got to a situation, the less clear it looked.
People walk in the door because they need you to take care of them -- to feed them or fix them.
Religion's just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all.
Is that what love is all about? Needing them to come back to you when they're away? To come home and keep you safe?
The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.