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13.03.2011

The revolution in Libya, the earthquake in Japan, the death of birds, fishes and bees around the world are only the beginning of irreversible changes, after which we will never live as before.
People! We can not be only consumers. Our Planet does not withstand such overloads.
We must think not only about ourselves but about others, too.
Look! Our world went into the chaos when people gave up the faith and morals, honor and dignity.
Everyone of us wants to know what is going to happen tomorrow, where the modern world is heading to, what is the purpose of the feelings, what is the worthy life like, what for we make this or that decision, and why we are so desperate in destruction?
In reality, answers to all those questions depend on what condition the truth is, and what is the mankind involved into nowadays.
Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones.
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