“It’s what could happen if we banded together. Stronger together, weaker apart,” I said, unsure. “If we concentrate less on what makes us different and more on what makes us the same. If the stars can shine alongside the sun, then so can we. A bit idealistic. Did I get it right?” “There is no right. The meaning of art is in the eye of the interpreter,”
That’s what you get for trying too hard, Clint. Be embarrassed for trying to interpret art, there’s no right answer.
