i'm going to tell you a story...

once upon a time life was good. the people were friendly and got along well together. they were happy. every day they would work and play together in the garden until one day a giant ogre came among them and he was called mistrust. he brought his friends, anger, jealousy and sadness, with him. when they arrived they looked around and mistrust said "they are all very happy" and anger replied "why are they so happy? they have nothing to be happy about!" and he stormed off to a neglected corner of the garden. sadness looked at the people playing in wonder. then mistrust walked up to one of the people. he said "why are your flowers less beautiful than your neighbour's?" and the person replied "i don't know." and mistrust said "perhaps he has a secret which means his flowers are more beautiful" and the person turned to his neighbour and frowned. then anger came out from his corner and crept up to the person and asked him "why don't you care that he has a secret from you?" and the person said "i do care, i care very much!" and the person turned angrily to his neighbour and demanded "why are you keeping secrets from me?!?!" and his neighbour replied "what? i'm not!" and the man said "but you must be! why are your flowers so much more beautiful than mine?" and his neighbour said "if you don't believe me i won't tell you!" and stormed off to another part of the garden. but in truth neither flower was prettier. and then sadness wandered amongst the other people of the garden. he did not say a word he just looked melancholic. and the people looked at him and they looked at their friends who were fighting and felt sad and didn't know why they were fighting because the flowers looked the same to them and they couldn't tell why their friends were fighting other than over some silly flowers that were the same anyway. and they didn't know what to do.
the man worked harder and harder at his part of the garden trying to make his flowers more beautiful than his neighbours but they never seemed any brighter and he grew more and more jealous. and his neighbour looked at him and knew that the man was trying to make his flowers more beautiful than his own. and he grew angry.
gradually a crack grew down between the two parts of the garden. and as the crack grew wider it became harder and harder to see each other. and worst of all it began dividing the other members of the garden. and they couldn't reach their friends on the other side because the crack was too wide. and they grew sadder and sadder.
as far as i know the crack is still growing and the man and his neighbour are still trying to make their flowers more beautiful than the others flowers.




i hope that makes you see how the rest of us feel when people fight. it's a stupid sort of story and it doesn't quite illustrate the point i'm trying to make and it's pretty heavy on the morals but i wanted a better way to explain it than just saying.