The screams of the hungry are deafening, yet unheard by the rich who cavort in technological citadels; disease runs rampant among the starving of whole continents while the sick in palatial hospitals spend the wealth of the world on cosmetic refinements and the promise of eternal life through pills and vials. She laughed softly. So hurtful to be again the outsider, forever on the fringes, struggling with good and evil in the age-old private hell of body and soul!