Which angle is the strongest triangle, we, me?

The binary cedes to the spectrum and 
100 billion neurons submit forms for my attention. 
I am many people when I am coherent;
the holistic lookout point is un-offended by 
valleys and diverse and divergent woods, 
in other words:

If I am me, your other-ness 
doesn’t offend me.

When I stoke the tension of time with the curiosity of a time-traveling love
allllllll the ancestors cheer and yell encore! 
encore! we wake with the sun!
we don’t need to die, 
to be more than one!