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These are hard times because nothing seems to stay. We seem to be standing on a floor which is revolving, escalating, sinking in a trough and leveling flat. Our ancient heritage is being dilapidated. Like boys who tease a beehive with a pebble and think they can run faster than the bees dispossessed of a house can fly. We forget that we have ourselves brought up the boys giving them all the freedom we did not enjoy and expecting the same respect that we give to authorities or the elderly. The teasing is ours because we have brought them up with the freedom they have taken.