Story 6 - Shared Roses.
Sylvia stood up after my final, daring attempt to settle the issue. She came
out onto the balcony where I stood. She offered me her hand and said that she was now beginning to understand something about a world she had never known before to exist, and what might have motivated me in the
Communist East to become open to these women. She also said that this newly
emerging world appeared even scarier than what had frightened her before, in the old world.
"When one opens the door to a new world," she said, "the old world vanishes from sight. Everything suddenly changes. Something has changed indeed, between us. The old world disappears where the new world begins. No bridge is left behind us for going back to the way we were, but will the promise of this brighter world be true? This question should inspire caution. We should be saints of caution, because this bright new world that
lays before us has not yet been explored except in the most superficial manner, so it seems. But, on the other hand, should we even want to turn back? The old world is scary, too, and as you say, it holds no promises for anything grand and lovely, and
sublime as love, as you have put it is so many ways."
"Oh, you want a world that is 100% guaranteed?" I asked. "If that's what you want, sit back and do nothing, and you will die with a 100% certainty. Apart from that, there are no guarantees in life. But there are principles to be discovered, and many have
already been discovered, while the greatest of them all lies still before us.
That higher Principle promises us certain results based on historic observations
in all the lower reflections of it. The principle of loving universally is one of these, and so is the principle of universal sovereignty that protects
us individually and our democracy as an individual and a society. The principle of universal sovereignty comes together with the principle of loving
if the two were one. These two elements are probably elements of the same principle,
which is itself but a subset of the larger Principle of the universal unity of
Good. That's what came out of the development for the Peace of Westphalia. What we will gain by utilizing these principles depends on us, on our honesty with ourselves as we explore them. This is life, Sylvia. There are no full guarantees. But I can tell you this, the promises that
these highest principles hold are exciting, and they offer the best guarantees that we can get in this world. That's life too, Sylvia. Every time you step out of the house you face dangers. You could be shot, be run over by a truck, or slip and break a leg. Still, you go out into the world, because that's what living demands. You face the dangers and go about your business, and make the world as rich and as beautiful as you can. And that, my love, is exactly what this is all about. So, what do you think? How about opening another door? In fact, ultimately, you cannot avoid opening all the other doors."
Here I remembered again what Steve had said about opening Pandora's box. Once one opens that box, the box is open, and one has to deal with everything that is in it.
"So, to answer your question: Why this sudden interest in women? The answer must be, that it reflects the principle that is involved,
the principle of universal good reflected in universal love, and its imperatives on us all. One simply doesn't have a choice once Pandora's box is opened. One has to deal with everything that comes out of
it, and that puts one onto a platform on which one can begin to deal with all the other issues in an intelligent manner, even those lower issues that are killing our world,
and for which people
do kill one another."
Sylvia nodded. She answered me by telling me a tale, a tale from a time long ago, that had come to her mind.
She said that she remembered it as she came onto the balcony. The tale involved a tragedy that resulted from the lack of a wider vision. It has to do with our being able to see both sides of a coin before its face value can be determined. "That's the issue here, isn't it?" she said. She added that this is something that very few people are able to do. She said that the tale has something to do with that, and with the goodness of living, and its fragility.
She said that the tale was that of a woman who had married a princely man by stature, by intelligence, and by his manly looks and strength. But the man was not a prince. He was a soldier, and as a soldier he was killed like many others in a war. The woman carried their child, however, and the child was born and grew up in her arms and became a beautiful boy, wrapped in the tenderness of her care and her love. As the boy grow older he displayed more and more of the attributes of his father so that the woman's love for him became the very reason for her living. She longed for no other love. Her life was fulfilled in the happiness of those years.