My approach to adulthood put my inner and outer worlds apparently at odds. My inner world was the search for a way to relate to existence, which I believed was somehow connected to inner peace, while my outer was a society rocked by armed struggled, state terrorism, pushed right and left by geopolitical psychopaths who believed, then and now, that the end justifies the means. As if reality was a series of disconnected boxes, non sequential, not spatially, temporally or context related in any way, where the boxes called "the means" would be separate and never affect the moral context of "the end" boxes...