What if every person was created the same. Wouldn't that be terribly mundane?
What if every chair was different when folks came to dine with you. Nothing matched, but each had a seat to choose. Would they care, would they dare deny to dine, choosing to exit and stay hungry until another time.
Life is a table flowing with beautiful food, and we are the chairs, not matching, not alike, very different, some poles apart. Nothing matched, nothing gained, until we are willing to sit side-by-side, two-by-two, and enter the ark, olive branch in hand. Let's start.