At first, it was hard to look at them. What kind of people are they, on the other side of the hedge? They don’t share our values, our way of life, or even our perception of nature. But you can’t help but peek over the hedge. (Not that there really is a hedge or anything.) They are just like us, and everyone else. They have things to do and time to kill – responsibilities and hedonistic trivialities. One can’t be condemned for choosing one path or the other, mush less for choosing both. Is a lazy philosopher any more or less valuable than a clock-punching letter-of-the-law-bureaucrat? Is an apathetic slug any more or less misled than those who blindly tread the asphalt promise of progress crying, " Who can doubt that it’s general tendency is onward? To what goal we know not – it may be to some mountain where we shall touch the sky, it may be over precipices into the sea." (Forster)Between the busy passers-by and the lazing few, the is another kind of unity. It lies in the ability of one to smash the dichotomy between who is right and who is wrong. Life choices and the lifestyles they predict need to be viewed as individually fit for the persons who choose to occupy them, without judgment. Accepting whichever path someone chooses as right for them, with however few or many cross-overs between the two, is part of "dwelling on the interdependence of apparently mutually exclusive opposites and the larger whole which contains them both." (Bump)