It suddenly dawned on me that once we hit a certain age, we're quickly forgotten and no one hauls us back, let alone call out to us. Even in a shipwreck, people call out to each other to reach out to the people around them; in those times, no one cares what ethnic group you come from, what language you speak, or even the school you've attended -- the goal is to reach out and save as many as you can. When we cannot save a certain number in a shipwreck, meaning to say the rest have perished, we call it a tragedy. Superimpose the same scene in the ministry, only that this time the systemic forgetfulness almost makes it deliberate, and we have an even greater tragedy and it's taking place before our very eyes in the ministry.

Where is the love?

Do any of you, young and old, even care?

I ask again: Where is the love?