It seems like a collective; as if they’re drawing water from the same well.
I hear the noise and see the struggle and often I feel the need to help and still do nothing but observe.
Yesterday I watched a young man on a streetcar rant and bemoan the fact that the streetcar was stopping at scheduled stops. He’d threw his arms up and said… ” Again with the stops… this is the reasons wars are started.”
This was followed by some racist rant which was followed by threats about unseen guns and knives…I wanted to say to him… do you know the sound fear makes? It talks very loud and very fast…I felt the risk reward component had the high potentiality to fuck with my chi, so I stayed silent…