Why is it so difficult for us to try and understand each other? For once, at least, it seems that all of us have picked a side to be on, but on either side of the fence do we each feel that ours is the morality, that we each only see the clearer truth. Why cannot we — just for kicks — stop and listen to what the other side is trying to say? For we are all imperfect conveyers of the information our hearts attempt to relay, and it seems to me that a lot of all of us our actions are based on what our hearts are telling us is right. It seems, however, that we are afraid of this one thing: that we may see what they are talking about. And that perhaps, we will become the thing we hate. In our spirits, though, we may find we have more things in common than not. If we fear to understand, we are no more than upright beasts, brute intelligences made only for conflict. What do you think is behind the words the other side is saying? It is the same no matter which side you are on: a human being.