I don't have a clear sense anymore of "ours" and "theirs" with regard to culture and especially spirituality. The main differentiation I feel is between those who are motivated to explore the mystery of our existence and those who lack such motivation.

Yesterday on a plane between New York and Washington I sat next to a young American woman who spent the whole flight playing silly games on her phone, and I felt as if we were inhabitants of different solar systems. On the previous plane I was sitting next to a Dominican Republic liberation theology activist with a love of Isaac Asimov, Paulo Freire and Noam Chomsky. I definitely felt closer to him, though he had to explain to me where his country was.