Why doubt purity?
As if anything beyond a quark
Is in and of itself alone
As if essence were not a judgment
As if some notion, come to rest in a brain
Came bolting from divine dispatch
As if a single idea
Can express the contradictions
Of matter and spirit

Purists fling darts
From the comfort of the bubble,
Close ranks against orthodoctaroons
Remove splinters with exquisite surgery
All the while resembling utterly
The objects of their disdain

The truth is
The sum of our differences vanishes
Beside the sum of our sameness.