Imagine a world where your neighbors a more likely to say hello rather than break into your home while you are away scurrying about the streets for food.
Imagine a world where suicide is not the most common cause of death. Imagine a world where women do not have to trade their bodies for food.
Imagine a world where the sun does not hang threateningly over you waiting to snuff out all life on the planet.
Imagine a world where we don't pray every waking second for scientists to discover a way to save us from the sun going red.
This is not our world. This is not even the world that could have been. It's a world of fiction. A world of myth.
Even before the Solar Problem, our world was not this world. We stole from each other and killed each other. We beat our brothers and sold our sisters. We paid no heed to our mothers and fathers.
The world we dream of when are are alone at night huddled in the corners of this wretched city never existed.
But it can. We have the power to change things. But we have to want to change.
Like the old song says, rape and murder are just a shout away, but so too is love.
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