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    by B. Moorehead

    The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings,
    but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

    We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

    We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences,
    but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge,
    but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine,
    but less wellness.

    We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too
    little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late,
    get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too
    seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

    We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

    We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years
    to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and
    back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

    We've conquered outer space, but not inner space.

    We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up
    the air, but polluted the soul. We've split the atom, but not our
    prejudice. We write more, but learn less.

    We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not
    to wait. We build more computers to hold more information to produce
    more copies than ever, but have less communication.

    These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and
    short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

    These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more
    leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

    These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses,
    but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,
    throw-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills
    that do everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.

    It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in
    the stockroom; Indeed, these are the times!