To be civilized is a great responsibility, a wearying task. Freedom has many prices. One is not just our vigilance — but our humility. Noble sentiments, our love and kindness and grace? Not quite. It means that we are also ever aware of the conflicts raging in every human heart. That humans are fallible, broken things — who can be easily tempted, led astray, seduced by hate. Not just “them”. But “us”. The big us: our tribe, people, city, town, state. And the little us: our friends, neighbors, even ourselves. That is humility.