A man tries to shape his world around him according to his ideas. These ideas often conflict with others’. In the conflict, the man looses his senses and does the unthinkable, the most uncivil act to fulfill his selfish desires.

What a pity.

If the man only knew what the price of his ideas and life were in the realm of this world compared to others’. The life that never was much of his own to begin with. The life that was given to him by his creator; tested and tired again and again by his creator, only to be returned to his creator. Man thought it was the other man’s ideas and thoughts he was supposed to conquer.

What a pity.

If man only understood that it was himself he was supposed to listen, fight and conquer. If only the man could keep a hold on his senses, understand the purpose of his life, and recognize the higher order of life; if only he could recognize his creator. He would live in peace with his ideas.