Why can’t we get along this easily? These two meld a black/white motif into perfect harmony (dogs spent a recent afternoon, lying about, on a futon, in a studio of the River Arts District, in downtown Asheville, North Carolina.)
Note the coloration on the dogs’ heads–if you superimposed one on the other, the combination would be one color. As such, they’re perfect halves, and they almost seem to know it, as they snuggle close to each other.
It got me to wondering: Why can’t we know this basic fact–that we’re better for our differences?