Two thirds of the human body is composed of water. We constantly intake and expell water. Yesterday, some of what I am made of was sitting in the plumbing of my house. Tommorrow, it will be part of the Maumee River, indistinguishable from the rest.
When the two planes hit the twin towers five years ago, hundreds of innocent people and 10 terrorists were vaporized instantly. The next day it rained. Part of me wonders which of the raindrops came from the hijackers and which came from office workers who thought that the day was just another Tuesday.
All of our differences combined are tiny compared with what we all have in common. That people would hate each other so much as to throw away their own lives in order to hurt their enemies makes less and less sense the more I think about it.