What is a world, the writer a valley view student and attempted philosopher, wondered. The writer wondered this because he needed to write a paper. Is a world a planet, or blessed normality that so many live without if with life or nature. And what is a world to anyone, a world is a great comfort or a daily struggle. Why do people forget about others worlds so wrapped in their own worlds controlling the splitting atom and forgetting the words of long ago with nothing in mind but green paper and because of this they forget they will die, and when they die no one will notice. And so a world, a thing of beauty or scratched by disease or death is an important thing. And everyone has a world, so many don’t realize it’s beauty until a great crack runs through the wall, and since everyone has their world so many people forget. So many forget. Sighing the writer sat down and started to write.