Who are you, who would drink my life and smoke my herb? Who are you, who would trample my garden?
When I see you, I see a sentient Being in a meat suit. Same as me.
What is your sentience about? Are you here to create or destroy? To show compassion or intolerance? To be yourself or to conform?
What do you give the world and what do you take from It?
Beneath the surface, who are you really? Because that’s who I want to know.