Meeting in the open fieldFellowship
True companions are not in the circle; they are on the open ground.
Fellowship in the wild — the wild is openness, not the walled yard. The sameness here is of aim, not background or taste. Alliances formed in narrow places are held by a common enemy and scatter once the enemy is gone. Fellows met in the open may resemble each other not at all, yet face one direction.
A line warns: fellowship limited to one's own clan brings regret. Another: first weeping and wailing, then laughing. Those truly compatible are often separated first by misunderstanding and friction; only after grinding do they recognize each other. Sameness is not the absence of disagreement, but the willingness to keep walking after it.
Practice Reach out to someone outside your circle whose direction resembles yours. Talk about the work, not the positions.