I've heard somebody say, that logic's is deeper - actually the deepest of our mind.
Differences unite because of emotional philosophy.
OK then - let's see if we can find a common answer. The sun is warm over the city, casting short summershadows along the streets. The trees in the small forest rest for a while in the haze, breathing and dwelling and waiting for the coolness of the afternoon. Jamie and Mark are riding their bikes down the street with the brand new houses, the cute gardens, that are watered every night because of the shortage of rain. They are on their way to the small grillbar close to the small wood to buy some softdrinks.