‘We are far more united and have far more in common with each other than things that divide us.’ Jo Cox MP
In common: first breath, last, a pulse – rest your fingers on my throat where each beat’s felt. Strangers or enemies we breathe each other’s air and then the trees will keep on breathing when we’ve left. Four billion years since that first chemical reaction in the mud, and still we share some DNA with all that moves, is sensitive, takes in, gives out. So un-unique our flinch or flightfrom threat, the restless mix of wanting and not wantingto arrive, to sit in peace. In common: stomach’s churn, the pull of dread, hate’s easy reflex, the urge to say ‘Them. Us.’ And yet our fierce capacity to break at unjust deaths, to fling ourselves at life, raise millions in an hour, to run, to run, to give up everything we have for what we love.