Foreign ideas exist within the familiar recesses of every sentient mind.
I am the human race; nothing is foreign to me.
I see in me both thee and we.
To the curious, nothing remains foreign.
Foreign is not a choice; its a place.
Geography divides; biology unites.
Foreign confuses familiar uses.
Foreign is simply what I haven’t yet experienced.
Foreign is born — then worn.
Foreign is now domestic, and domestic foreign.