I once worked at an office across the street from a park. I would go to this park every day to eat my lunch.
I saw a man there, sitting on the same bench, every day. He always brought bread. He would feed this bread to pigeons. They would come, eat and fly away, then new ones would come. When he had no more bread, none came.
I thought he was very strange. Maybe crazy.
I asked him one day why he did this. His answer was "It's like dealing with people, only without the conversations."
I realized this was one of the wisest men I'd ever met.
This is a thoughtful, if cynical view towards society. Could it be true that people look only for the bread and leave when it is no longer offered? Perhaps we're all wise old men sitting on benches, thinking too deeply about the people that come in and out of our lives, without ever thinking about those conversations: the ones that make life.