"On my world, everything is born, we all need sustenance in one form or another, and we all die at some point or another. And that's where the similarities between things end. There might be communities, and some even work. But where things are pushed for greater communion then nature intended, it all falls apart. Take a close look, these too are splintered down to the core, it's divisions within divisions, and so on. This creates problems that might be able to be solved. Temporarily. Until a spark ignites the flame again, and things start all over", Timea answer, making a spinning motion with her finger at the end of the sentence. "And that's only between those that are similar. Put several groups of people that are radically different together, and it's an instant disaster."
Timea was quiet for a moment, collecting her thoughts, then shook her head. "... My point beyond all these tangents is, you can't solve all problems by talking about it. Some, but not all. You either point it out, and walk away, and maybe, just maybe, it will resolve itself when you aren't looking. Or, you solve it by force."