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The resource of generational history is accorded little attention our society, which seems ever more obsessed with making __ew_ and __etter_ synonymous. From my family I became aware of the importance of passing along wisdom from one generation to the next. Yet despite the increasing proliferation of digital recording and other communication technologies, we__e passing on less knowledge today than our parents did through the oral tradition alone. We__e drowning in photographs and videos, capturing every mundane moment of our birthdays, holidays, and vacations. Yet these can be no more than pleasant distraction, only scratching the surface of our real relationships.
Ralph Nader The Seventeen Traditions
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The resource of generational history is accorded little attention our society, which seems ever more obsessed with making __ew_ and __etter_ synonymous. From my family I became aware of the importance of passing along wisdom from one generation to the next. Yet despite the increasing proliferation of digital recording and other communication technologies, we__e passing on less knowledge today than our parents did through the oral tradition alone. We__e drowning in photographs and videos, capturing every mundane moment of our birthdays, holidays, and vacations. Yet these can be no more than pleasant distraction, only scratching the surface of our real relationships.
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Ralph Nader

The Seventeen Traditions

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