I found this piece in an old magazine with papers torn and ragged. I was about to throw the heap when suddenly this article caught my eyes. It is powerful enough to make us think twice; to make us remember something we so often forget easily. It is strong enough, if contemplated, to review the pile of contrasts that we have created and forcefully dumped at the backyards of our homes, and then deliberately neglected in the run for life, livelihood, etc. It goes: The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less well being. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We hav
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