Story 10 - A Weapons Mythology.
The king agreed and asked his daughter to step forward. He made a royal degree in her name that every man in the kingdom should work towards peace by creating an honorable and honest unity with the people of the neighboring kingdom, and to do it in such a fashion that everyone would thereby become enriched.
I put the manuscript down and told everyone that this, necessarily, would end the story.
"This is how peace is build," I said to Heather, who smiled in reply.
"Peace is built on fostering unity," I said to Sylvia. "This is Steve's song. We bring to each other our love to enrich one another's existence. This is what the princess had demanded of her father. This creates the foundation for unity without which there can be no peace. Humanity needs to get back to a platform where people regard each other as human beings, with human fears, human needs, and human responses determined by love and caring for one another. This is the only possible platform for unity there is, and the only platform on which we can survive. This must become the foundation."
Ross applauded my new ending. "We, ourselves, had once accomplished such great things on precisely such a platform," he said, referring to our pioneering efforts a dozen years earlier.
Ross didn't need to reminded us. Everyone remembered those dynamic times when Steve and Ushi were still a part of our circle, when we were actively working together.
"We need to rekindle the spiritual revolution we once started," I replied to Ross. "We need to reestablish that spirit that will give us the freedom to do whatever must be done. Our world is far more explosive today than it had been at the beginning of the 17th Century. We shouldn't be sitting here. We should be standing on street corners, educating people, changing their axioms. We should set up a newspaper chain and print the truth. We should form our own world organization and educate the governments of the world about the games that the fondi play with the lives of humanity. We should go to the phone this minute and call Fred, and tell him, we quit. We should tell him there is more urgent work that needs to be done, and there is nobody doing it. We should tell him, sent us to do that kind of work, let us do something real for a change. But what do we do? Nothing! Do I see anyone rushing to the phone? No!"
"I agree, need we need to do more," said Ross. "We need to rekindle the scientific method for progress that humanity has inherited from its great pioneers as far back as Johannes Kepler, Gottfried Leibniz, Leonardo De Vinci, Nicolaus of Cusa, and of course, Plato."
"Tell this to the Russians," said Tony.
"Oh, they have already moved in this direction, significantly," I said to Tony. "Their smithy did blow up, remember? The whole country collapsed when it could no longer keep up the increasing demands of the Ogarkov Plan for war materials production. At this point the people should have looked deeper into themselves, at their own strength. But there was no one to guide them. They stood helpless, and empty inside. They had no true education. They didn't even know that the fondi exist, and were leading them by the nose. Sure, I had tried to help them a long time ago at the Moscow peace conference. I can still remember the faint attempt that I made, and the mess I made of it. I had no idea how little they understood. I was talking to them from much too high a level."
Sylvia said that this was so long ago that I shouldn't agonize over it. She added that it was rather ironic, anyway, that Russia
is now hoping to utilize the American system of economy that had once made America great, while America itself, had been rejecting its own heritage for over a century already.
I agreed with her and added that America would likely go on rejecting its own system that could save its civilization, and that it would do this until its defective system would blow up. Then, ironically, it would need to relearn its own history,
and it may need to do this one day by exploring Russia's adaptation of it, or China's.