The world is what it is in how I see it. How I see it is sometimes molded by how I imagine it. How I imagine it is patched up by what I read, listen, feel. Knowing what I engage my senses with is knowing what is important, what I value. Knowing what I value is really knowing what I love. That absolute feeling of love, not expecting to be loved in return, just love.

My image of the world sometimes clashes with yours but I have to live with it, I have to survive it. It is this mutual respect to each one’s distinct views which is pretty hard to achieve that resolves the conflicts of the world.