This idea of changing the world is more than a ideological way for people to approach their view of life and purpose. Each day that we interact with the universe we alter something. At a specific time my stroll through wheat fields caused the butterfly headed in my direction to consider me an obstacle, and flew over or around not through. Poor Mr. Armadillo on the side of the road with his feet in the air was some Armadillo’s dad, son, brother and he will never return leaving them to fend for themselves. Their family is forever altered. A kind word given to someone that the world considered unworthy becomes a complete disruption to a life submerged in gloom. Confrontation and disruption are good when a person is headed for a cliff. Our purpose involves changing the world.