says, "this is wonderful," the other argues, "this is rubbish." Where is the truth?
Both are right and both have found their opinion from within, compelled by the individuality of perception. Otherwise, both would say, "this is wonderful" or "this is rubbish" whatever the concrete, measurable truth would be. It starts from within. This is not to say that the external has no worth; it is to understand what needs the most care. What needs our immediate and vigilant attention is within.
If we do this, the external will match the good health of the internal. What we see and our perception of it starts within and emanates outward. Heal thyself, and the world you see shall be healed because the way in which you view the world is healed.
Being "one" with the all is not about collectivism and creating change externally. It is about celebrating our differences. This is effortless and we see examples in the natural world. The squirrel running the tree does not have to make effort to "be one with the tree". It simply is the squirrel doing squirrel things. Neither the tree or squirrel makes effort to coexist. By being simply what they are, they naturally express life. The industry takes the trees and the environmentalist plants them. One finds bliss working three jobs or building a business and another lives in an ashram. There is room and purpose for all. Love cannot exist without the harsh contrast of hate.
Find your own story and nature. Being that which you are, individually, connects you effortlessly to the whole. Be that--the effortless nature of your own self. When we make effort to be "one with all", we neglect to understand oneness is NOT sameness. Celebrate your differences. Be okay with being you. Be okay with differing opinions. This is true love. This is self-love and love for all that will emanate outward, respecting all paths, creeds, races, and beings for the contrast we all bring to the grand story of existence. With this, we will remember that the world is already perfect; it is only our perception of it that is sometimes imperfect.