"At the heart of the economic system there must be man — man and woman — and everything must be at the service of [people]. But instead we have put money in the center, the god of money. We have fallen into the sin of idolatry, the idolatry of money. The economy moves with the anxiety of having more and paradoxically fosters a culture of waste. Discarding the young…We also discard the elderly because they are no longer needed, they do not produce, they are a passive class…And by discarding the young, and the elderly, we discard a people’s future because young people pull forward with strength and [we discard a people’s memory] because the elderly gives us wisdom, they have the remembrance of this people, and must pass it on to the young…

It is barbarism. We are discarding an entire generation to maintain an economic system that no longer holds, a system which, in order to survive, must fight wars, as great empires have always done. Since we cannot have a third world war, we fight regional wars. What does this mean? It means that they manufacture and sell weapons, and so the budgets of the idolatrous economies, the major worldwide economies that sacrifice man at the feet of the idol of money, obviously, are healed.

This sole thought deprives us of the richness of diversity of thought and therefore of a dialogue between people. Proper globalization is wealth. Bad globalization cancels the differences. It is like a sphere, with all points equidistant from the center. An enriched globalization is like polyhedron, all united but each retaining its peculiarity, its wealth, its identity. And this is not happening.

Pope Francis, in an interview with Spanish newspaper La Vanguardia


“Malfoy bought the whole team brand-new Nimbus Cleansweeps!” Ron said, like a poor person. “That’s not fair!”

“Everything that is possible is fair,” Harry reminded him gently. “If he is able to purchase better equipment, that is his right as an individual. How is Draco’s superior purchasing ability qualitatively different from my superior Snitch-catching ability?”

“I guess it isn’t,” Ron said crossly.

Harry laughed, cool and remote, like if a mountain were to laugh. “Someday you’ll understand, Ron.”


i wonder how it feels to grow up with a smartphone i just can’t fathom a childhood that didn’t involve staying up and masturbating over late night SBS