Today, as I was thinking about the sorry state of our world (a topic I ponder most days), this poem kept coming into my head. Although written almost 100 years ago when India was fighting for independence, this poem's prescience is still there. I'll let you all think of it for yourselves. Please don't let the overt religious-sounding sentiments get in the way of the meat.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
-Rabindranath Tagore (1910)
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