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 The issue is so simple tragic and absurd as to ask fruits to a withered tree, when we have forgotten to water with tenderness, dedication, sensibility and kindness, the garden, which will provide sustenance. How man is supposed to be satiated when he does not have inner peace, when there is no serenity among  men, or  friendship does not exist ? 
 Everything alive and beautiful is used in such a manner, that offends its inner value. A flower is not a flower. The water is not water, neither the earth, the air, nor life itself.
 Everything has become a hideous play that uses innocence and charm. And corrupts  by manipulating them, instead of looking for the final objective of Peace and Love...continuation>