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I am at an airport waiting to board and noticing that everyone I see is metaphorically a wave in the ocean of humanity. Different shapes and sizes of waves but a wave just like I am, all of us simultaneously a part and the whole of an ocean-like world. Conceptually, I know there is no separation between all these other travelers and me (page 33). How could there be? Is a wave separate from its ocean? I all too often slip into thinking I am more, better or different than someone else or some organized group of people, but when I snap out of it I realize that this kind of thinking is delusional.