Polluted?

Today i looked through the furr coats into the realms of mankind.
I saw people, trying to come at ease with their most uncertain answers to the wrong questions.
It is stunning to see how they're not able to ask the right questions at the right moment.
All they do now is trying to be the first to know, the first to act, to first in line to get a contract.
The first to bend the truth , the first to get a scoop. It is everywhere this attitude of trying to be the first in whatever.
They are lying about it without hesitation, they are not checking and double check before publishing their issues in newspapers or on the internet. They almost certain are heading for complete distruction if you ask me.
Of course i can speak only for myself but i  have had quite a look at it and as far as i'm concerned i see no solution within the human kind itself.
It definitely must come from somewhere else. From outside their world. Something or someone without that kind of egocentric characteristics like they all seem to be polluted with. Yes that's it theseem to be polluted by something.
For it is their character that stands in the way of healing their loneliness and solitair behaviour.
It must be someone with a more purifying state of mind that will be able to heal them.
No the sons of adam and daughters of Eve have lost something very valuable in the beginning.
Rumour says there has been a state of pureness right at the beginning of their world.
Rumours says that even animals would live together. Lion and sheep, snake and dove and there was no fight between them. But somewhere everything went wrong.
I want to know what that was.
For now i'll stay on guard with eyes wide shut for i am tired staring into this world without blinking an eye for some weeks now.
They're allmost dried out by now.  I'll just have a quick brush of my feather (oh vanity) and then  i'll close my eyes  for just a short period of time, let us say for just a few minutes and let this 'micemind' come at ease. I think i'll try to concentrate on the lion's roar and whisper some small humble praising words for Aslan. For to look in His eyes and live is such a great blessing.

Hail Aslan.

Yours Truly,

Reepicheep