The question of morality has seeped in to the obliterated cognitive process. A process that was once regarded, revered, respected is now annihilated by the blurry lines of right and wrong. The era of excuses and apologies has given right to commit acts of crime against a conduct of integrity. Conclusions have been drawn and dissected of ethical codes and principles of righteousness. Yet, virtue has become irrelevant. The austerity of the matter is concerning. No longer bothered by the measure of a man, but rather the means of a man's measure is the unconsciousness of society. Where is the audacity found to harbor such usage of a fellow mind likened to that of one's own, and how is it a goal for which one doesn't hesitate to seek?
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