What is the value of having an enemy? How does an enemy help us know who we are? What can an enemy teach us that no one else can? Who gets to decide who our enemy is? When does an enemy stop being an enemy? Who gets to decide that?
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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