I am pathologically, immovably obsessed with equality. I’ve known folks of all religions, gay men and women, transgender, beautiful, plain looking, wealthy and otherwise. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t certain that everyone from these groups should be treated equally, each an unqualified citizen of the world we inhabit.

Over the years, my resolute view has nurtured itself formidably, but I wonder if the aggression with which I liked enforcing it upon others, has softened into a sensibleness. Having seen less tranquil days, are my noisy, cast-iron certainties indeed allowing the possibility of a difference of opinion?