"how painfully meaningless, despite the proliferation of increasingly sophisticated means at our disposal, what passes for communication has become. in our search for effectiveness and efficiency, how ruthlessly unforgiving, how intolerant to noise, blunders, hesitations, detours, breakdowns, stammerings, rumblings, creakings, murmurs we have become.
in our self-absorbed search for sameness, how insensitive to the otherness of the other — his face, her voice, his body, her time and rhythm, his vulnerability, her struggles, his faults and demons, her loneliness, his difference, our irreducible uniqueness.
how deaf to the unruly, unpredictable murmur of the world.
how sadly in-humane it has all become."
Imagine the clouds dripping.
Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.
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