I like Unions. I dream of 200 stars on the flag.

There is a pendulum that swings between the fierce fight for independence, usually from the oppression of indifference, and the effort to find common ground and swell with being part of something bigger. 

Sometimes the union is really not bigger, just a smaller pie for the parts while Tamerlane or a monopolist is made more imperial.   That is a call for fraction, for freedom.

But there is a vector in history.  We tend to look for each other and when we find each other we find comforts and amusements.  Even with different instruments, we play the same songs.  The vector leads to unity.

Now, after a million years of primates wandering over the cooling surfaces of this hot ball, the world really has become unified.  Those who want to ignite fears of strangers, or to scape-goat a neighbor, have their own agendas, but their appeals are to a moot matter.  The fact is, the world is unified.

The Founders decided to add a star to the flag for each State which joined the Union.  The candy-stripes of course, give it away -- it is not a flag of war and conquest.  Europe laughed at the party favor which was picked as the design for the American flag.  In light of all things, in light of history and its direction, its irony, it is time to add stars.