“HOW THE HELL DO YOU GET LOVE INTO POLITICS OR COMPASSION INTO HISTORY?”[2]
If I were to paint a picture to an outsider as to what the human society in the 21st century is like, it would be a canvas crowded with millions of people with billions of activities per person; the activities often overlapping each other but the people all looking the other way, their backs magically turned at one another. Thoughts that leave from one person would never return to them after contemplation, what returns instead would be another thread of thought from another person. A million, . . .