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Here is a story about a land with a hole in the sky. The ruin that fell on this land was a poisonous acid that killed the trees. And only a few things grew in the soil because it had been spoiled by strange chemicals the farmers used. Sometimes the people would ask, "Why is it so?" And the screen in the corner of every room would answer, calmly, ‘It must be so.’ The people didn’t understand. They forgot the question, and went about their business. One day a young child woke to a grey morning. The rain was falling through the hole in the sky, on the soil where only a few things grew. And like a line of sad ants, the people went about their business. The child was listening when one of the people stopped and asked, ‘Is this really the best way to be?’ And the screen in every room said, ‘If you want wealth, fine goods, and luxuries, you must pay a price. You must pollute the land. It must be so.’ And everybody forgot the question, and began to wander off. But the child spoke up and said, ‘There must be a better way to make the things we want, a way that doesn’t spoil the sky, or the rain or the land.’ And people listened, and switched off the screen, and went about finding a better way. The land began to blossom for the first time in a long time. The sky shone a beautiful blue, and the rain tasted sweet. It’s time that we became the young child to build a better kind of future.

- Paul McCartney