How come it so that some just watch other people dying for fun and some protect the killers with their own lives? How come it so, that we tend to be happy when there is a child dead in the gunfire because he was unluckily born in the place they call enemy territory now? How come it so that we tend to love kitten on the awesome shot but ignore when one is being killed by its own masters or even mom? How come it so that we swear we are helpful, companionate and peaceful persons but we scream hatred out of our mouths just when we hear something we disagree with? How come it so that we tend to believe that even those who love us are worthless because they once said something opposite? How come it so that we do not want to understand each other? How come it so?