How I cherish memories of the days of the Beginning, when there was plenty for all and to spare, and folk went happy to sleep at night if they'd enough bread to fill their bellies and a pair of youngsters to follow after them.
I rue the span I turned my eyes elsewhere, came back to find Science in control - the self-correcting system corrupted beyond healing. What will be next I almost fear to see.
Offer me hope if you can.
and take care until tomorrow.
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