The greatest obstacle in the apostolate of the Church is the timidity or rather the cowardice of the faithful.
Pope Pius XRead
[W]hat suffers in the atmosphere of immediacy is analysis. What suffers in this search for speed is depth. The media in the wealthy world are becoming increasingly simplistic, superficial, and celebrity-focused.
Interpretation
Immediacy in media prioritizes speed over deep analysis, leading to shallow content.
Laurie Garrett highlights the detrimental effects of a fast-paced, immediacy-driven media landscape on the quality of information. She argues that as media outlets rush to deliver news quickly, they sacrifice thoughtful analysis and depth, resulting in simplistic, superficial coverage that often focuses more on celebrity than substantive issues.
In practice
In a discussion about the decline of journalism, you might refer to this quote to emphasize the loss of depth in reporting.
The greatest obstacle in the apostolate of the Church is the timidity or rather the cowardice of the faithful.
In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.
To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.
After all, what is your personal identity? It is what you really are, your real self. None of us is what he thinks he is, or what other people think he is, still less what his passport says he is. And it is fortunate for most of us that we are mistaken. We do not generally know what is good for us. That is because, in St. Bernard's language, our true personality has been concealed under the 'disguise' of a false self, the ego, whom we tend to worship in place of God.
The world is always a democracy in times of flux, and the man with the best voice will win.
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
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