Crossing the boundary of our own consciousness into that of the stranger gives us a perspective we do not normally have. As we move through some of the barriers that divide us — our fears and our prejudices, mostly — we discover that the stranger is not so very strange after all. The stranger, writes Marilyn Sewell, is really just someone else like you or me: "We are not separate; we are one. No strangers, really, just part of our lost selves reclaimed."
— Sarah York, The Holy Intimacy of Strangers