NYC; A bunch of strangers getting along because it works better and requires less passion than fighting.In attempting to build to heaven we blocked all sight of it.They are walking, with stares so intent, they do not notice me at all. And I am wandering my little eyes about them, apparently with no intent at all and I note internally, "No, they do not notice me at all." Yet I do notice them, and because of this it is quite probable that they do not need to.