Can a really, really big flagpole unite America? That’s the plan

It’s a gorgeous bright day and it’s noon and we all stare up at the sky, squinting through heavy curtains of sunshine. We stand on a hilltop clearing, surrounded by endless trees. We wander around, charting our own slow paths through the knee-high thicket. It’s silent save our rustling and the birds. 

It’s hard to imagine what it will look like up here.