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Two and a half minutes to midnight.

I sometimes wonder why the world cannot see we need to come together before the clock strikes midnight.
Readers of my blog might think that I care about too much to make a difference about anything, one day I will blog about the environment, the next time I blog about human rights or politics but to me everything I raise on this blog is connected to one thing; we all have to act before the world turns into a pumpkin.
The early Christians sold their possessions and lived together in communities sharing everything, I believe it's time for each one of us to see the whole world as our community.
There are still people out there who do not believe climate change is real; to them I say what is the harm of treating the environment better, living more simply and sustainably, hoax or not.
The world is ours; fighting each other accomplishes nothing except bringing us closer and closer to midnight.
I have made it my mission to learn everything about the different world religions, they all have respect for human life at their core, so I say, instead of fighting for faith have faith in humanity.
No problem is too big if we drop our egos, our need to win, we can turn back the clock, it is time for love.

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  1. What a naive point of view! Well, now I have your attention - I shall turn that around and say that this is totally correct. Chris Van Ingen, you are spot on here. The clock hands ARE close to midnight (which is also potentially the start of a new day...) and the time has well and truly come for us to come together and work as brothers and sisters for a common good, a common planet. Religion, race, gender - these are not dividers. Greed and power are the dividers and they serve only to plunge everyone into darkness. The darkness of a midnight that might never end. Mr Van Ingen, post away. We are each a single torch that, if put together, could light the world.

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