Al Quotion. A word that is not (№ 304892)

I look out the window, I see people. I see the streets pass such different worlds, colliding with each other built their own walls. I know that each of them is in its own right. But in the right, in its unwavering truth, they have lost the ability to hear and understand others. And there's so much loneliness, so much pain, quarrels, squabbles, abuse, hatred... And no one, no one wants to hear and understand, but everyone is ready to prove it was his, the only possible case. No, this is not a war of faiths, it is the loss of losses. The loss of understanding. Because of the wall of his cramped little world, little world inside my head, everything is alien and hostile. We can't hear each other. We don't want to hear, we already all know. But we know it?