Agape: In Search of Universal Love
from the novel, The Lodging for the Rose
Rolf. A. F. Witzsche
Story 3a - Here Begins a New World.
Story 3a - Here Begins a New World.
The setting for this chapter is an U.N. conference that takes place in a not too distant future in the city of Caracas, Venezuela, some months following a catastrophic disintegration of the world-financial and economic system, the kind of situation that we are moving towards right now. The conference is called to deal with the question of protecting property rights versus human rights in the post-crash world, but this agenda was ripped up in the first days of the conference. It was replaced with a human agenda that opens the focus towards the contemplation of what really is universal love in the personal, social, even sexual context. The chapter presented here shifts that focus into the economic and the political context in a rather broad and, I am sure, a surprising manner that intentionally challenges the boundaries of credibility, while it remains within the bounds of reality and the principles upon which civilization has been built.
As the last week began, of our endlessly seeming conference that we had reshaped into a conference to rescue the world from its unfolding doom, it appeared that everything that could be said on the theme, had been said. Nothing fundamentally new had been brought up for several days, by then. But this changed, suddenly, after the weekend. I could barely believe my eyes when I saw Erica on the podium. She was the first scheduled speaker of the Monday of this final week.
How long had it been since we had last seen each other? I asked myself. It must have been thirteen years, and even that last meeting had been for just a single day which had ended on an uncertain note. Still I remembered her fondly. Perhaps this was so, because she brought the first spark of that new dawn into my life that had changed everything for me, and made it more beautiful and more profound. Or perhaps I remembered her as the only person I have ever met who regarded it more important to devote her time to the scientific study of the dimension of love, than to devote herself to leading edge research in nuclear physics and biological engineering that she had spent countless years to get into. Or maybe I was just impressed by the astonishing fact that her appearance hadn't changed one bit over the years. She looked the same as I remembered her, except that her smile was more radiant.
She opened her speech with her still familiar metaphor of a vast garden filled with all the flowers of the world, in which we live; in which every married person of humanity is bound by some 'sacred' code of conduct, as it were, to focus at only one single flower and become blind to all the rest.
"The code does not permit such a person to look at the rich profusion of life that fills the garden," she said, "to be enriched by its beauty, the gentle shapes of life, the profusion of color, to say nothing about the slightest intimate touching and embracing that brings light to the soul."
Then she spoke about the riches of the universe in a different context. She spoke about a garden that is richly endowed with beautiful ideas and infinite possibilities. She also spoke about her once favorite subject, that of nuclear energy development and humanity's scientific potential for creating for itself the richest and brightest future that could be grander than anything ever imagined, and she asserted that this future is immediately within our grasp.
"This is also a part of that garden of humanity," she explained to the assembly.
Then she spoke about humanity's fascination with developing poverty, its commitment to it, its devotion to an extremely narrow view of the world, one that is focused on primitive energy resources, a commitment that is required for a feudal world order which depends on an ancient economic system that is ideal for looting. She pointed out that humanity has committed itself to look at the world with an extremely narrow and tightly bound focus, with its eyes latched onto the absolute worst that mankind has created, while turning a blind eye to the riches at its very feet that abound throughout the rest of the garden of the universe of life and its potential yet to be.
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