The Border is the scar of history.

A Border is scratched across the hearts of men by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink across the map turn red.

The Border is strategically important — When the lips are gone the teeth are cold.

A Border is established so there is something to fight about.

The Bridge is not always possed of an other side. Crossing is all that matters.

A Bridge is literally a bridge through space and time.

A Bridge is a hallway

A Bridge has no allegiance to either side.