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Our unfolding story is full of great wonder and superlative joy- briefly felt, hunger enters growling. Our stewardship is not to be brief, it is to be constant. The world thirsts for our return to consciousness. The collective shall rise to the challenge posed by starvation's weapon of choice, the illusion of money's need. 

Humankind must rise and resurrect their duty!

We must accept our kinship to all living things and begin to take action in earnest to end the plight of our emptiness.

 Our stomach's growl and you can bet we'll do our damnedest to feed the pit's roaring! 

1. So where's our human empathy, has it been shrunken by indifference?

2. Has empathy starved to death and the media doesn't know how to tell the truth? 

3. Has humanity gone the way of the soil's slow suicide? 

4. Are we starving the (H)eartH with our virulent want?

4. Yes.

3. Yes.

2. Yes.

1. Yes.

Our unfolding story is full of great wonder and superlative joy...


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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