In this age of paranoia, it is so far to believe that the man in the corner is the one who accesses all hearts. It is so inconceivable that he was even capable of feeling, or that he would feel so deeply where none would be able to reach his, but his heart touches all. In this age of paranoia, It was spoken long ago that the love of many shall wax cold. And where lips should be full of milk and honey, we grovel and spill blood for dung and soil. Lo, I shed an ocean's worth of tears in agony for the temperament of my brothers. And yet evenstill, I am filled with a keen hope for what tomorrow may bring upon my blinded eyes. The flame of purity and goodwill still burns ever so brightly in the bosom of mankind.