Sometimes you just get to this point where the every day things around you have little importance. Like, the coffee we drink, or worrying about grades, or the people that won't walk faster across the street you want to cross. You stop and you think that there's so much more going on in the world, in the realm of nature and its complexities. So many things that go on that you don't know about, and will never know about. Events occuring around the world (and i'm not talking about the impending war) that can't be understood. Spirituality. Pi (and i'm not talking about the apple kind, but the kind that goes on forever and ever). Formation of languages. Thoughts going on in the minds of geniuses that we will never be able to grasp. Moments of love so intense thats going on right this second all the way across the world. Or maybe even next door. And i'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about passion, truth, desires for the other person....love in the traditional sense. Love that you can't possibly imagine because you've never really experienced it, even if you've had 10 girlfriends, or even if you're married. You stop and think about these things, and all of a sudden, other things don't seem so important anymore.