#Inclusion

Diversity is the sacred buzzword that celebrates every little difference at once, giving a fleeting sense of human progress. It masquerades as a healthy mix of perspectives while functionally serving as a tool to overlook inconvenient individuals. Repeated ad nauseam in meetings yet rarely enacted in deed, it is society’s most sophisticated piece of decorative rhetoric.

Inclusion is the corporate enchantment claiming everyone may join the parade, while behind the scenes it quietly plays a game of selection telephone. Executives shout “we listen to diverse voices,” yet in reality they satisfy themselves by adding empty chairs in the corner of the conference room. An all-purpose buzzword that garners applause inside and outside the company, it dances in bold red on handouts but hides a grayscale slideshow. Occasionally a vow of “no one left behind” is proclaimed, only to be replaced the next moment by a fresh hashtag. Inclusion is the magical incantation that changes nothing.

Inclusion is a sophisticated social technology that proclaims diversity while ruthlessly flattening differences by drawing the external into the internal. It promises to accept all, yet dilutes accountability by blurring boundaries. The moment inclusion is achieved, inequalities become inconspicuous and problematic issues are buried like unexploded shells beneath society. Disguised as genuine relief, it perpetually postpones substantive change, a bitterly ironic panacea of our times.

Inclusion is a mysterious ritual sitting in the corner of the boardroom, demanding your forced participation. It loudly celebrates employee diversity while subtly homogenizing opinions, arranging everyone like expendable props. Its true art form is a high-tech trap designed to confine all to a single mindset, ejecting any deviation. After the meeting, it leaves behind a bitter aftertaste maskingly labeled "great progress."

Inclusion of other in self is the mental art of opening a lover’s smartphone without permission and claiming the dreams within as your own. It dissolves the boundary of self, incorporating another’s thoughts and feelings like a new fashion accessory. By blurring identities, it navigates the thin line between intimacy and eeriness. Yet wearing someone else’s shoes rarely feels comfortable and often causes blisters. Thus, the fusion of self and other is both a testament to love and a self-erasing ritual called boundary collapse.