Roof
And is it not so that it is mostly the specifics that cause us grief? The specifics, the details, the differences, the deviations from the commonalities. How can you feel sorrows and fear when you look up to the roof of the house that you share with all of mankind? How can you adhere to your anger, how can you give meaning and importance to whatever conflict you have if you put it into the right, the only true, perspective?
Whenever you wonder if what sets us apart really matters then look up to the stars for the answer. In that sense it is often enough daylight that brings the true illusions and with it the real demons. So 'Carpe noctem!' I say, but what follows shall remain the same: 'quam minimum credula postero.'