Two years ago on a Jewish sponsored bicycle ride (the Hazon Cross-USA), I sat in a Baha’i temple and thought about how connected I am to all the Abrahamic traditions and how hate perpetrated against one hurts all of us for we are all connected.
Naturalists put it this way: “When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.”
Here is the poem I wrote at that time.
