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A strange thing happened to me in the theater last night once the trailers were finished and the feature film, Inglorious Basterds, began.  I felt a wave of love wash over me.  I felt connected to everyone in the theater as though I knew and loved and was loved by everyone there.  Like Christmas morning, opening the stockings with the family.  It was intense.  I felt like grinning from ear to ear.  I had no idea where this came from or what it was for.  It seemed simultaneously odd and the most normal thing in the world to feel.  Why don’t we always feel this way toward each other, toward other human beings, simply because we are fellow beings, fellow human beings?
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We love these sticky phrases, don’t we?  Especially the ones that get us off the hook like this one does. The ones that swoop in and lift us right over the horns of the dilemma that another sticky phrase plunges us into:  “judge not, lest ye be judged.”  How do we do that, without all hell breaking loose?  Gosh, we have to judge don’t we?  He couldn’t have meant, literally, “judge not, lest ye be judged.”  No, he meant judge carefully, judge wisely, judge lovingly, judge well, judge insiders.  So why didn’t he just say that?  Because he didn’t have us around to write his speeches for him! So we come up with our own sticky phrase to “complement” his. “Love the sinner, hate the sin.”  Voila! we’re off the hook!  Or are we?
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