Sonnet 520

We are all different and yet still the same—
All cast within the mold of humankind;
Our differences, both blessing and a bane
That binds us fast, then sunder over time.
We shade in doubt thoughts we don’t understand,
Yet from these shadows, great truths will oft arise—
While groupthink there will strive to countermand
The crucial sparks creative minds devise.
We scorn the truths our reason fails to grasp,
And many sweeping visions are maligned;
Yet when impossibles from whims amass—
How obvious the course! How clear the find!
We swiftly judge by rules we can’t define—
All men are equal, yet some still deemed, divine.

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