The sunset was as red as the blood that suffused my flesh. And I saw myself embodying the whole within myself, the whole that is greater than all its parts, as the body is more than just arms, legs, head, heart, veins, lungs.
Humans are at their best when they serve one another, when they throw off the shackles of selfishness and anger. Embracing the whole of the human race, we coalesce into something that is greater than its individual pieces, and that something can be given the name...
© 1999 Helen Whitehead