OT: It has been said that "East is east and west is west And n'er the twain may meet" Except in some sweet field of dreams Where we are pure as lambs to love As children who run free Before we learn our differences That bind us to the past That blind us to our inner selves How joyous we can be! But Oh my dears, we dare not hope For this is clear to see That if the time shall ever come When all of us are one It will be late, Oh much too late For either you or me