The meanings of the symbols have been lost, and we speak a language whose words are defined by things no one understands. Good and evil once had specific intonations, specific justifications and juxtapositions, specific depths. They are now for us cartoon characters, grossly caricaturized words, comic book philosophies that have no bearing to genuine flesh and blood. And what is this thing, faith? Many equate it with foolishness, now, not the sacred sensation it once represented. Then there is love… it is three lines of poetry written by someone else, to be sent in envelopes on holidays. It is perhaps high time to look in the last place any of us do: to look inside ourselves, for it is the only place where we can answer this: what meaning is left?
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