"Society is wrought with infection. Everyone's right. Everyone's wrong. Despair is familiar milieu. Hopelessness seeps through the cracks like water. Mistrust and suspicion replace integrity and respect. Violence has numbered the consciences of many, teaching us that life is expendable, sex is cheap and available. Love..., questionable. Wars among nations, calamities among the peaople, tragedy and death on the lips of smiling news casters. Erosion of all that was pure in one huge land-sliding mass of humanity. Shock value has usurped moral value. We got high on the adrenaline, and now nothing's enough to sting us with another fix. We've grown accustomed to betrayal. We can no longer define marriage or when life beings. Who decides what we accept as the status quo? Who determines the norm? Religion is money and mouth, dark closets and confusion. Sounds like a subtle apocalypse, but who's listening anyway? We overslept on judgement day. Still there is a voice beckoning us to come away. There is the soft whisper of hope tht refuses to renounce its vows. There is a journey to be taken away from all that can be shaken. Come with me and listen to the voice that beckons."
-Stephen Roach.
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