What we see outside ourselves is a manifestation of internal chaos: a reflection of our own unique and individual realities. If we have a pimple on our face, we don’t rid ourselves of the pimple by putting medicine on the mirror. We go to the source of the problem and try to find a cure. Until we become masters of our inner turmoil, there’s little or no way that people will function with anything but self-interest projected onto a world where conflicted realities are the norm – a carnival of karmic bumper cars that congests the minds and hearts of just about every person on earth.
