I cant take credit, it's borrowed from the Ken Keasy/Cassidy/Merry Prankster days and had to do with being willing to go along with them all on the big bus ride to higher levels of cosmic LSD ridden wherevers. They described the binary interactions with society as a whole as dealing with someone that wasn't on the bus, or someone that was.Got a giggle at the bus comment, wish we had an airplane for that!
Ken famously funded the big actual bus ride across america with money from his writing (One flew over the cuckoos nest) and the electric Kool aide acid tests in San Fracisco.
I think it fits us. We are all on this bus together, and all of the outsiders that say we are weak or faking it or undeserving of empathy or, in this case, abandonable are watching the bus from the curb. I am on this bus, not sure where I got on, not sure where I get off, but riding along hoping to get FURTHER.