Often
in this modern age a paper must ask its wafery compatriots, "Why?
"Must
our existence be reduced to such petty plights as the obnoxious
Sissy-frass crushing us into balls and throwing us into bins, doing
this again and again till it seems an eternity. What more are we to
do? We're coming upon an age of e-readers, and fancy TV's; an age of
e-mails and the damned Facebook. Is our fate to be among the ancient
walls of Egypt, the commandment stones, and the walls of the
Neanderthal's cave? Are we just the next link in the chain of written
communication?
"Surely
we cannot be reduced to mere stories told by a grandfather to some
skeptical child. Is this our new meaning? Is rotting on a shelf, or
in a notebook collecting dust under a bed to be our new reality? Some
might say, 'Perhaps its best we let the old give way to the new. Such
is the way of things.'
“And
it is to him I say, no. We must not be reduced to such
insignificance. It is we who forged nations. It is we who defined the
character of man. It is we who brought the strongest men to their
knees with tears in their eyes. We who carried the succulent words of
Milton and the potent words of Swift. And yes friends, it was us who
moved man to this day where he may abandon us for convenience’s
sake.
“We
cannot go quietly into that dark night. We must make man realize the
beauty and power we posses. We must bring them to the dusty crannies
where we sing the rage of Achilles, and ponder the musings of
Socrates. We must remind him that we are inestimable.”
-H. Sukut
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