the sky is blue?

Today while on the train home I was looking around at all the different faces around me. How wonderful it is to be of one human family yet each one of us be so completely different. I started wondering just how these people around me see the world. What do they see when they look at me, at the colorful add on the wall, at the precious wrinkly couple in front of me? What do they feel...a pain in their stomach, a sore back, the scratchy seat on the back of their leg? Then it hit me. I will only ever see these people around me through my one lone view. It is a dissapointing realization that I will never be able to see, feel, smell, and experience the world through any perspective than my own, very subjective one. Oh and how I would love to! I would love to be someone else if even for a moment. Not because I am unhappy with myself, for despite my normal critical view, I am happy with who I am. No, I would like to be someone else, in fact many someone else's, so that I may take in the world as they do. If we are all so different then we must all have wildly different perspectives too. Just looking at the comotion of the world this is clear. How can I ever know that the sky is really blue? What if the blue that I always thought was blue is not. I suppose I will never truly know anything different than what I percieve.
To me the sky is blue, and oh is it beautiful!