Thank You
Randomly Me

Thus we come at last to the final insult of our brave new world. We are lost in our comforts, distracted by our careers and blinkered in pursuit of happiness. In this world, there is no place for the old, the infirm and the lost. In a decade or two, that will be my future as well. If we have to live here, in a manmade desert that separates loved ones with sand dunes made of neglect, why would we want to live at all? I feel this; deep down. I feel it. We were not meant to live like this. If we have no love for each other, what purpose is there in living?

My wishes for comfort and peace to the grieving family.


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