I’d have left clearer instructions when I went,
ensuring none could twist and misinterpret my words.
Love one another, by which I mean love and accept everyone
for who they are, by which I mean let them live their own 
lives, without restricting them to follow your own beliefs.
And by everyone I mean literally everyone, not just those
who physically look like you or are geographically close.
I’ll be extra clear, don’t be racist, just treat everyone like you
would treat everyone else, which means you should treat
everyone kindly, by which…
On second thought, maybe I would get tired and quit,
giving the same vague direction—Love one another—
before going out to buy some cosmic cigarettes.