Sometimes race, religion, and every other physical factor all seem small, meaningless, compared to the distances we struggle to cross just to find friendship, to find warmth. How could we be so preoccupied with these things when we have to fight so hard just to make a connection? And when we love, when, impossibly, we build a bridge between worlds, and find ourselves fighting for others as though for ourselves, putting them first, we again realize how small these physical factors are.