“Words written on a page are incomplete. Nonfiction works, poems or novels will end when someone takes them and pays attention. The connection is collaborative. You have to read the words to make them meaningful.”
Kae Tempest, On Connection.

You will give meaning to these words. There's been a bridge between the two, and you're coming as a clap of letters grabbed by the eyes. Perhaps we do not agree with you and I, or we have believed it, because in most cases the definition of the “other” defines the “I”, but if you continue here, our doors may have been open from the very beginning, it is possible that the voice we hear in our heads inside as these letters develop is the same for both. What voice do you hear? I do this.

Tempeste states that a 2014 study showed a curious phenomenon. Several people were asked to watch some videos. The images showed actors putting their hands in icy water, people unknown to the public. Apparently, the temperature of the public's hands decreased as he looked at these images. This proved that we are able to respond physiologically to the situation of the couple, which can also be a physical empathy.

In 2017, another investigation was conducted along the same lines and came to the same conclusion. They monitored the heartbeat of the public who was watching a play. They soon realized that the beats were syncing, accelerating and slowing down at the same time as the show. This response system shows that from the beginning we are prepared for emotional understanding and group cohesion.

All of this may seem a little useless in this kind of World War III antechamber, which pulls us away so far when there are so many abyss in our lives. The call to unity can be a trap, that is clear.

But if you are still on this bridge, I would like you to know that I will take care of my door and leave it open as I can, even if it is a slice. I will try not to become a carapace and not always blame the other, on the street, on the tabside, on the other side of the screen. Whenever I have left the door open I am surprised by who has crossed and I have always learned something. Because many times the doors that were closed were open. Maybe we don't go beyond the bridge, but look, we've come here together.