It's funny how you can see someone every day, but never really see them. It's like how you can talk to someone every day, but never know thier life. It kinda makes me scared for the world. It makes me realize how precious the gift of thought really is. How precious caring is. Because all our lives, we people run around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to get to a place that we never arrive at. We push people out of the way or we use them to further ourselves and then just dispose of them when our loads become to heavy. We are all running around on the surface...skimming the surface of what really matters. We never just dive right through that thin layer that divides the surface and the levels beneath and that's really quite sad. It's sad that we can aspire to be rich or be famous, but never to be known...and never to truly know.