What is it that connects our 12°?
Is it the easy answer, the simple question, the first impression, or the latest law that binds them all together?
Is it a favourite flavour versus a favourite colour, or the user manual, cheat sheet or cookbook explaining them? Is it those who see red, versus those who do blue, or simply the righteous over the rotten?
Is it the convenience of high volume sodas, a shower of fiscal flavours, or the waiter, adbot, or investor serving them? Is it the dishwasher or line dancer wishing for them, the seamstress denying them, the firefighter not knowing them, or Frankie Fingers, Petey Squints or the housefly called Hercules written for them?
Is it pure wonder, or just plain boredom, or simply seeing one versus many?
But no matter how hard we try to bend them, shape them, or will them one way, what connects our many wonders and woes, our wants and worths, is that opposing thread that binds the 'I' that 'We' are.
It’s looking longer to see more.