It is my action that leads to outcome with my expectation somehow informing my action. Indeed, not knowing is key to experiment and experience. When I ponder how much my own taste was formed by that which has been fed to me, I do try to be a little tolerant, just a little.
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And yet tolerance is an insult by another name .. which leads us back to the question of seeking apologies from the parent(s) of a child, whose actions have prompted the notion of intolerance from the inflicted party .. maybe the imposition of a little decorum is not such a terrible idea .. maybe ..