As it happens, I’m still on the same rant I started yesterday. The idea of changing the world by understanding things are not the same no matter where you go struck a nerve.
I’m a writer, and that’s more or less what I do. I imagine the world being different than it really is. I imagine the changes that could make it better, and the ones that could make it worse. And I put those changes together and make fiction.
If enough people do the same thing, we put the changes together and make real life. Imagine a man on the moon. Imagine a woman on Mars.
I believe that one of the most important things anyone can learn is that not everybody is the same. Not everybody lives the way you do. Not every family is like yours. I think it’s one of the most important things for children to know. In a house somewhere far away, around the world, there’s a little girl who doesn’t get to go to school.
In a house somewhere around the corner, not so far away, there’s a little boy whose mother doesn’t beat him. A little girl whose father stays in his own bed all night.
Things are different, in different houses.