We judge and measure by appearance and wealth, by conformity to our "only true" conceptions. We care little about someone's inner world, someone's sincerity and selfless fortitude and soulfulness, as long as we do not begin to look for it for ourselves. Our priorities are distorted to an ugliness in which our life impulses are depersonalized and suffocated. We unceremoniously break into other people's doors, but we keep our own locked. We lean toward the majority because we think it is safer that way. We are sure of our reality, but within it we are not sure of anything. How, then, can we self-righteously assert that our "reality" is the right one, demanding that others conform to it? Is it not out of a sense of fear and a need for a clear and immutable picture of existence, even at the expense of its truthfulness and versatility, that we need all this?🙌