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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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