As I am sitting at Klaudio’s tonight, I am casting around every now and then out of the corner of my eye. There are about a dozen of us in the lively café. At first glance, we are all the same. We are all jolly after a few drinks. But I know more than well that some of those laughing around me are friends, some foes, and that most are quite indifferent to everything that unites or divides us at this particular juncture. That is how the cookie crumbles, as it were. Although we are quite different in temperament and ability, I know more than well that we are more or less the same. Our differences are negligible. We are all human, that is. Our age, experience, intelligence, or education amount to little, if anything. Out of the blue, I realize that this knowledge is nothing but my strength. And quite possibly my only strength in the fraught years to come.