When I hear myself say about another person, “What is wrong with them?” or “Why can’t they stop being so judgmental?” or any number of complaints about fellow human beings, I stop to think about my tapir dialog. Do I know that person for who he is, not some made-up image of who I assume he is? Am I assuming he’s an anteater or pig, when he’s really a magnificent tapir? Am I reducing a person who has hopes, dreams and problems just like me to an object I can justify criticizing?
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