Surely  compassion  can only be delivered by the courage and warmth of an individuals heart, not by the ice cold tendrils of a bureaucratic procedural monster.

So I cry out to all, who hide in fear behind this monster's back, to have the courage to step forth. To step forth and  shield the hearts of those in need from its insatiable indifference.

I cry out to you to face heart to heart those who are in need and to listen to the wisdom of your own heart and not the formaldehyde heart of a Mary Shelley abomination.

For as sure as every night bleeds into the day, this monster will one day turn its gaze upon you. And when it does you will come to understand the truth in its purpose.

This monster's primary concern is not to protect those who stand before it. This amorphous creation's only real allegiance is to those  who called it forth from the manic  halls of bureaucracy.

And how well it shields the legions that hide behind its massive baulk. A baulk that has grown so massive that the light of any day is now reduced to a small glimmer amidst the shadows of the world that it prowls.

A monster whose heart can be as cold as the arctic wind and as dark as the abysmal abyss. And those unfortunates forced to gaze upon its soulless eyes will know the meaning of despair.

For once the tendrils of this monster has slipped and silvered into every corner of your life there is little hope of respite. The more you struggle the more you cry for reason the more this monster thrashes, lashes and  tightens its grip.

It will not be sated until every last tendril has tasted your resolve and when you finally relinquish hope's last breath you will plead for this monster to be banished  forever back to the dark manic halls from whence it was spawned.

But your cries like all before will be lost in the demented mantra which guides its aimless path.

Must follow the procedures

Must follow the procedures

Must follow the procedures

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What is the real price for humanity to lift the hearts of those in need a little closer to the stars?

Is the price really out of humanities reach?

Is it truly beyond the capability of the self proclaimed most intelligent species on this earth?

Maybe  it is just a matter of waiting for the word justification, in all its manifestations, to die a quiet death?