From my low, yet lofty position,
I wish I knew your struggle.
But my own is enough to tell me
yours is far greater.
I feel it, though I don't know it.
I strive against it, though I don't know it.
I respect it, though it escapes me.
You are my brother, my sister.
You are my equal in humanity,
but in suffering, you are my teacher.
I hope one day to understand,
through your teaching,
your difficulties.
So I may better fight for us all.
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