Christmas is an excuse for us to open a dialog with the stranger next door. Though it is only a social convention, it has a power to bring us together, in common with such real events as snowstorms, earthquakes and men walking on the moon.
The man who passes us on the street doesn’t want to be separate or private any more than we do. We greet each other with smiles, and heartfelt if tentative openness. We speak of something that is real to us: It is a thought or a perception that we imagine makes us different and separates us from The Others around us. We are surprised and delighted to find that he has been thinking the same thing.
Perhaps it is our distrust for authority, or our belief in The Occult, or a conspiracy theory about who is really pulling the strings of government. Perhaps we doubt that there really is any international terrorist threat. We may whisper about suppressed science that can cure cancer, or evidence that elections in America are rigged. Eventually, it is our idealism that we share: a utopian vision of life in a diverse community built on love and sharing.
Miraculously, he has been thinking just the same thing. We discover this and They no longer have any power over Us.
