no, we're not all the same

It would be great if we lived without distinctions.

We could carry on and communicate with one another, listening and learning, without having to evaluate whether this person is signficant, and thus worthy of greater attention, or whether that person, well, you know, don't bother.

But it's not that simple.

The wealthy hold sway, carry themselves as if they're important, and if what they have to say, as well as how they say it, really matter.

Unfortunately, it does. As they hold the cards. Or at least printed the deck. Or owned the company that made the ink.

You see, it goes back. And it often goes deep.

But, still, why do they have to be so damn clueless. So unable to distinguish between the simple and the complex. The clear and the murky. The truth and the facts.

You would think that any person who has a basic command of English literacy would be able to understand a sentence, recognize a comment, and interpret meaning.

But to some, and often this applie to those, as we say, of privilege, it just doesn't matter. They choose to listen to what they want, answer the questions they select, if at all, and carry on as if the center of the universe is about them.

And, collectively, we let them.

But it would be great if those titles and zip codes and appurtenances could be stripped away, and we would have to answer ourselves, absent cover and foil.

Yes, that would be nice indeed.

And it would mean we would have to understand one another. Listening, that is. Listening.