welcome to the 'palace'

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Social interaction often strikes me as being like people inviting others into the palaces they have built up over a lifetime. An invitation to root for the Red Sox. An invitation to dislike the Republicans. An invitation to be rich at the expense of others. An invitation to be angry or sad or joyful. Won't you join me in my palace?

But I wonder ... what would it be like to meet someone who didn't live in a palace ... and s/he invited you in? And what if that person were you?

No palace necessary.

Welcome!
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