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por davidgp el 17/04/2007

The Bull Mountain was once covered with lovely trees. But its near the capital of a great state. People came with their axes and choppers; they cut woods down and the mountain losts its beauty. Yet even so, the day air and the night air came to it, rain and dew moistened it till here and there fresh sprouts began to grow. But soon cattle and sheep came along and browsed on them and in the end the mountain became gaunt and bare, as it is now. And seeing it thus gaunt and bare, people imagina that it was woodless from the start. But just as the natural state of the mountain was quite different from what now appears, so too in ever man (little though they may be apparent) there assuredly were once feelings od decency and kindness; and if those feelings are no longer there, it is that they have been tampered with, hewn down with axe and bill. As each day dawns, they are assailed anew. What chance then has our nature, any more than that mountain, of keeping its beauty?

China Shakes the World, The Rise of a Hungry Nation por James Hynge.

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