Cleaning the Ocean...

It is hard to not get caught up, amid the swirling winds. One minute on your feet, the next flying in the crosswinds, avoiding the debris. The storm coming through starts small, but before you know it, it has grown with its mouth wide with destruction, a strip of land flattened before it. The only way to be guaranteed to be safe is to climb deep within the ground, often pulling a rickety door closed above you. What seems like the slimmest safety strategy often becomes the difference between life and death.
Rumors and lies are often the same as a growing storm. Starting small and growing wide, the inability to know the beginning from the end can make deciphering truth from perception almost impossible. Like a game of telephone, the information gets twisted and gnarled until it doesn't even resemble what it was at the beginning. To find the pieces of usable information, one must lay down the "tangled cords" of information to decipher what is real or not. Spending time sifting carefully through the pieces, laying them out to analyze what is really there. Looking at each piece of information and holding it to the light, can be a long and daunting task, not for those who are quick to gain information, but rather those, like CSI agents, who desire to know the root, the cause, the truth. We must not lose hope that we will find the truth for, like Ghandi says, "Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty." or in the more "modern" words of The Osmond Brothers, "One bad apple won't spoil the whole darn bunch..Oh, give it one more chance before you give up on love girl..."
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