Somehow I got into the discussion of the decrepit living conditions in India and China, while on aim with maggie today. She appears very shocked by some hard cruel facts I presented, including the AIDS village account in Henan, China. I haven’t personally verified these on google or something, merely hearsay from my parents. In a way my spirit gets elevated through the awareness of suffering around me. And it gets even more effective when I am discussing it with some good friend. Sympathy is indeed a universal theme in mankind, and somehow it forms an immune system against catastropic thinking, especially when one is engaged in monotonous activities for too long. It’s like living through the past, with a gratitude for the present. That’s why fiction writers always take inspiration from time travel.