I broke bread on two separate occasions this week in the company of men with whom I have little in common. Through the nature and content of our conversations, I've come to a conclusion: unity would be a meaningless concept if those bound were exactly alike. The diversity of those unified is what makes the idea worth talking about. It's not so much complete agreement as it is resolve to remain attached in spite of disagreement. All that needs to exist is a single common thread that transcends any and all dissonance. The more transcendent the thread, the more strongly it binds, and so we find that love (self-sacrifice for the benefit of its object) is the thickest of threads.