Driving into work today, I saw a taxi driver hastily taking out a passenger's luggage. He seemed to be quite stressed about doing this work as quickly as possible. For a second, I connected to his sense of urgency. Then, I connected to the needs of the passenger also who was probably late for a meeting.
In that instant, I entertained the thought of writing a short story about the passenger and the driver, about their point of views and how it could play out in a fictionally created conflict.
Then, I thought, oh, this is what's meant by the philosophy of connecting to the world around yourself, being able to put yourself in someone else' shoes, into alternate perspectives... ah, but then the connection is so momentary and shallow...
...but it's still a connection to the world.