There was some consultation at National Convention on what we understand by “unity”. Clearly it is not a matter of all being the same. Rolf Schmidt offered this poem as a way to the roots of unity.
I thought we were so different You do all the things I hate And I despair of you
But if you are so different How can you love the same song That gives wings to my soul?
And if we are so different Then why do I see myself in you Like a mirror image?
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