Please Shine A Light For All These Lost Children

One of the hardest things for me to get my head around is probably the fact that everyone has completely separate thoughts.  I understood the collective universe way early on, it was division that screwed me up.  It would be easier for me to believe that we are all seeing the exact same thing but only from a different angle, which I think is how my mom explained it to me.  But it's so much more than that.  When I taste my freshly blended hot sauce its crushing to imagine that someone would think, no, that's not for me.  Logically, and practically, I can conceive it but it breaks my heart in some deep sense.

I've always felt very connected to people that I like.  It's important to me that we share pleasures.  Music, movies, food and humor.   And I can't help but feel a silent crack when they tell me horrible things like they don't enjoy spicy food for example or lemons aren't a passion.  

It's a blessing that I didn't realize all this divergence when I was younger or it would have broken me way sooner.  I assumed the folks that I befriended surely held at least 85-89% of my same sentiments.