I know my world. Well, sort of. I think (therefore I think I am) I know a very small portion of it.
One thing I love is to read a nice, clear, brief piece of writing that takes me just a bit into someone else's world, to the overlapping edge of theirs and mine, perhaps. If it's written with some balance, fairness, gentleness and love, so much the better. If it sees the frustrations but seeks peace with them, nice. If it catches the enormous spark kapow importance of a pair of skates, even though it's a passing mention, yeah! Thanks to Chloe Tse for a few nice minutes of reading. It's a different world from mine, and that's why I liked listening in at the next table (via the web) for a moment.