This is the law of conservation of mass. Somebody's "happiness" is somebody else's "unhappiness". That's why I tried to be a "rubbish bin" for those guys who played othello on my back using white and black thumbtacks. My crying and screaming meant something, 'cause they were laughing... But I was wrong. It doesn't make sense, does it? If I enjoy being unhappy, that "happiness" will make someone else "unhappy"!
Everyone's fighting for their own kind of freedom. It seems small; but in their hearts, nothing is more important. With such hopes, I won't have enough time for revenge or fear, right?
The always naughty woodpecker. Today, too, you open holes and ruin the forest. The angry wood god turned your beak to poison. Poor woodpecker, your nest has been poisoned. Your food has been poisoned. If you touch your friends, they all die. The sad little woodpecker. Your tears of poison sparkle brightly...
Life hurts, you think we don't know that? But some of us choose to go on regardless. Some of us don't have time to die cause people count on us to survive.
The world consists of "choices", in other words, it consists of continual gamble. Other guys are not aware of this. Thus they moved about in confusion.
People fear death because they don't "understand" it, and we're afraid of strangers because we don't "know" them. Not being able to understand the one you love... is the worst fear of all.
