Contact: (v) to communicate with someone
Despair often follows the conclusion that something is either complicated or perhaps impossible.
Matter of fact, if you want to discourage another human being, just spend too much time explaining the difficulty of a simple task. They will not only avoid pursuing it, but will be grateful to you for helping them to avoid the bee hive.
To a major degree, that is what has happened over the past fifty years, as our sociologists have turned racial relations into trigonometry.
Forsaking the notion of the commonality of all mankind and the idea that additional contact would soon eliminate our predilection for looking on the outward appearance, these learned fellows and ladies have concluded that our species prefers to clump into heaps of mutual culture.
Once we establish that somebody is from a different culture than us, our job is to respect them–which we think means to avoid them.
A lack of contact forbids having a “contact high” when we get around a person who looks different, speaks uniquely and dresses to taste.
You suddenly realize that all cultures have families.
Every culture has a potato derivative.
Every culture has their own hamburger.
And indeed, every culture, when contacted, can offer the same warmth and gentleness of love.
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