The map has grown to swallow up the land,The image has replaced the breathing face,We wander down a neon, desert strand,Where copies multiply without a trace.The television tells us what to feel,The digital screen defines what we should crave,Until the fake becomes the only real,And we become the masters of the cave.No baseline truth remains beneath the glow,No anchor holds us to the solid earth,We float within a hyperreal flow,And give the empty sign a frantic worth.The matrix spins its web of flashing light:We chase the ghost and lose the quiet night.
MICRO FINANCE unknown to many is the sole panacea to mass poverty eradication in human society.The blog specifically focuses on the industry around the world but with more bias on Africa-unarguably the poorest region of the world.
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