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[chaoticskies]

"We pay attention to a limited number of mostly young, good looking, and wealthy persons who fill the pages of one of our aptly named magazines: People. If they are people, who are the rest of us? What does it signify to be obscure in a world preoccupied with fame, however earned or unearned? As long as we measure others and ourselves by what we have and how we look, life is inevitably a discouraging experience, characterized by greed, envy, and the desire to be someone else."

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