Emptiness

What I miss the most of the 50's/60's is the emptiness... A world where people were part of the surrounding landscape. Not the massively intrusive part of everything. 

But this feeling of the heaviness created by the crowd, in general, is here even when there are not many people around!

It is the world that is heavy, congensted, by everything. There is too much of all the bad aspects of a deteriorated life.

Too much stupidity that thinks to be intelligent, too much vanity that thinks to be the best, too much arrogance that thinks it is entitled, too much greed that thinks it is never enough, too much noise that thinks it is not sufficiently loud to silent all the rest...

All the human senses had longly been already filled up by this nonsense. Now it is our deep inner sense on which they are working on. The conscience, the inner moral sense, the "voice" that evaluates one's actions and guides one's behaviour. This is deteriorating. 

But they are not done yet. Still some people get appalled in front of the continuous offenses they are inflicting to humanity, to living beings, to nature. I hope they won't kill our resistence by the perdurance of  their crimes. 

This is our final divine test. Will we be able to keep our conscience and speak out loud our indignation?