You. Little old you and me, little old me caught up in our similarities and sameness — both of us looking to find where our experiences match, what topics we agree on, how our perspectives align. Yet, have we forgotten? You and I, well, we are utterly unique! YOU-nique — as a dissolving wispy cloud lingering past high above, as an imprinted crystalline snowflake on a frozen window pane, as the unusual face of the next stranger noticed on our path. Have we forgotten? Each of us were given life as pure gift. Pure gift! None of us asked to…