Your world is not my world. Your universe does not align with my universe. Though the best we can do is try. Perception does not fit together like a puzzle, but rather red thread on a corkboard. We do not have, see, or know anything in common. Perhaps your opinions are wrong. Perhaps your opinions are right. My perception of your perception is neither correct nor incorrect. Perception is equal. Perception is opposite. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is right. Nothing is new. Nothing is old. Nothing is the same. Nothing is different. Perhaps your universe works with gears, dominoes, and butterflies, with events causing events causing events. Perhaps your universe works at random, with nothing causing everything and everything causing nothing. Perhaps your universe does not work. Understanding can be hard to understand. Maybe your tress are made of birds. Your glass half empty, your books upside down, your tables turned. Maybe you can't make sens of the world around you. Are you happy, sad, mad? Such a simple yet complex life we live. As thy Earth is turned on your head, someone sits on top of it. Their sun shines as yours dies. Your understanding constantly shifts. Planets teleport, pianos fall, the world runs backward. In a way, the world does revolve around you. The world revolves around everyone and everything. We are not the same. We will never be the same. The closest anyone will ever get is similar. Most accept it. Some do not. It may not go right by others, but it will me.
