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Across: 6.5 billion people inhabit this whirling ball, it is to be worth questioning whether regulations are broadly appropriate for each head.

think the inclination of man, his tendencies to his motivations, habits, customs, you could really think of an equality? Racism has always been rightly labeled as a contempt of different and therefore "wrong", but in contrast find a mess of Equality, Love'nd peace, where all love each other and love each other, where the Tuareg and the Kikuyu prepare the barbecue with the Yankees in a relaxing spring afternoon.

Equality, the most beautiful word spoken from the mouth of modern man, Western man, where East and West, are Romance words, where for a thousand years Jerusalem was the center of all the cards geographical and no people that now defines the Sovereign was never able to settle here; equality as an opportunity to be all treated the human figure Commercial, culturally advanced, educated and employed, the figure that today is called Western society.

Equality in having the opportunity to be assogettati all the money to market, international politics.

There are countries in the Great China where people do not even know the definition of state of China, do not know the name of the country in which they live, I do not know the laws, the origins and customs, do not know live in Asia and do not know that China does not meet certain covenants on foreign trade. Equality is perhaps the worst of ambition, cunning and false as the ideal aims. Often has been transformed into Tolerance but what does "tolerate" differences?

The reality is that we are, alienated from the world and to feel less alone, we hope that one day all become like us, every single person on this ball is different and beautiful, able to evaluate Good and Evil, to take actions which each of them is a wonderful piece of a mosaic of experiences, emotions, dressed in black or white, Red or Blue, or shrill notes of dark chords, the world is not a person who can think like another, every thought to itself, in the darkness of the universe is wonderful, takes a horribly Human form only when it affects other men and then it becomes good or bad, right or wrong but always filtered from perceiving.

our every thought that's great because it is different in comparison to other human beings, otherwise we would not masters of anything, let alone the nature of the one thing that really allows us to create: the emotions.