Subdivisions

What color are you?
What shade of that color?
What country are you from?
What part of that country?
What state?
What part of the state?
What city?
What part of the city?
What neighborhood?
What part of the neighborhood?
What street?
What school?
What religion?
What denomination?
What language do you speak?
What dialect?
Are you rural, urban or suburban?
What is your political affiliation?
Are you liberal, moderate, or conservative?
Rich, poor or middle class?
Upper middle class or lower?
Capitalist or socialist?
What genre of music do you listen to?
What sub genre?
What is your favorite sport?
Your favorite team?
Your favorite player?
Are you gay or straight?
Male or female?
Tall or short?
Fat or thin?
What brand of shoes do you wear?
Are your pants baggy enough for you to be judged as "keeping it real?"
Are you a jock or a nerd?
Goth or prep?
Virgin or not?
Long hair or short?
Do you think I've taken this far enough?

The truth is, I've barely scratched the surface of the myriad ways we find to divide ourselves. Fences or moats, it doesn't matter. Any division is an obstacle to progress for both sides. One can get so caught up in making sure everyone else is locked out that they find themselves locked in.

United we stand, divided...