So lately, my fascination with humans has come back into my orbit.

You know how I see human beings in this world, like one big museum.

Each one of us, a creation living within a creation which keeps on creating.

And every human to me is a piece of art.

And guess what? Some art we just don't understand, right?

You ever see one of those paintings that look like a five-year-old dump bucket of paint all over it?

Then you find out it's priced at like $45,000 and we're like, what?

Sometimes we don't understand the painting.

Just like a lot of the times we don't understand each other.

Each one of us is so unique with our own hue, our own tone and essence.

Living in this planetary museum, it's beautiful.

And so it gives me hope.

It's what allows me to have love for humanity, even if those humans are currently positioned as the opposition.

But I love it for the flaws and awe.

You know, it's what allows us to look at our enemy and you know, see a little glimpse of light.

You know, just like that painting that you don't like.

You may not understand it, but maybe you appreciate the colors.

Or maybe you like the strokes.

There's probably at least one thing you can find.

And this is how I see us.

Our power is in our integration.

It's in how we find common ground.

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