And there is nothing like a week in Disney World to prove that point.

Most people think I am crazy but I love the place. There is something about the madness and the mixture that fascinates me. Over 73,000 people visit the park every day and there are times when you would think there must be 73,000 different languages being spoken there.

The heat can be unbearable. The long lines and extended waits test the limits of the patience of everyone.

But when the rain comes it is without fail that the Sunni will make room under the shelter for the Shi’ite. A Republican will open the door for a Democrat. The Lion lies down with the Lamb.

The one-shared value that is obvious at Disney World is the overwhelming love that parents have for their children. That love shines just as brightly in the eyes of the Asian as it does the European. That love is so strong that it bleeds out into the crowd and creates oneness there.

The park becomes a place where people from all over the world decide to share in the joy and the suffering of each other.

If only the people in the real world could be as accepting and tolerant as they are in Disney World. If only the people in the real world would decide that fireworks are preferable to rocket-propelled grenades and F-16’s.

It is good to take a week away from the Internet and the television set. For 358 days a year people are bombarded with an “us versus them” mentality. It is nice to take a week in a place where there is only “us”. At least you know that such a place can exist.

But I guess that is why it is called Fantasy Land.