A Spark of Light

by Jodi Picoult

We are all drowning slowly in the tide of our opinions, oblivious that we are taking on water every time we open our mouths.

Wipe away the stigma and all you were left with was your neighbor, your teacher, your grocery clerk, your landlady.

She wondered what it felt like to have an act of violence committed because someone loved you too much, instead of too little.

You don’t look at another person’s plate to see if they have more than you. You look to see if they have enough.

There was such art in the ordinary, it could leave you in tears.