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.
page 249

      "In other words, there is a movement afoot, as precarious as it may be, that is moving us towards the fuller realization of this principle. We need to ask ourselves, however, about what we are doing individually to advance this unfolding. We must also ask ourselves if what we are doing this is enough. So, it all boils down to this that we must go ahead with the implementation of this principle with all the strength and determination that we have within us, and rip up every aspect of the self-confining mentality that has been thrust upon us, that has been designed to prevent this unfolding from happening. Naturally, we have to begin with that at the home gate where its impact will move us in the most profound manner.
      After having said this, I gave the microphone back to Anton.
      Without saying a word, Anton took the microphone and looked around the auditorium from one side to the other, and finally asked my first question once more. "Does anyone have a better idea?"
      Since there was none forthcoming, Anton ended our 'little' presentation.

      As we were leaving the stage, some shouts of dissent could be heard from the back, and some booing.
      "Have we pushed the envelope too far?" I asked myself. Perhaps we had. We had touched upon some of the most sacred aspects of property rights and challenged their validity. Was this final daring now starting to backfire against us, and undo the little success that we had achieved in getting people to become more honest with themselves? Was this the result of our bold demand on society that it break the chain of denial that has bound it into hopeless slavery on an ever larger scale to the point that it was threatening its very existence?
      Fortunately, that backlash didn't unfold. It was stopped by a gray haired gentleman in a fine, tailored suite. He said that he came from London. He identified himself as a high ranking official in the banking establishment in Britain.
      He held an envelope high in right hand. After he had introduced himself, he told the audience that this envelope had come from the United Nations and contained an expulsion order for a group of people whose leader had ripped up the agenda of this conference that had been sponsored by the United Nations. He told us that he had requested this expulsion order during the early days when the conference began. He opened the envelope and read the names from the official looking document. The names he read were our names, all of them.
      I was about to protest when I realized that it didn't make much sense to expel a person on the last day.
      The man told the audience that he had started a movement in the early days of the conference among the delegates, searching for people who supported his efforts to cause us to be expelled. He had collected quite a list of signatures to substantiate his claim. He showed the list to the audience. He also told the audience that by the time the expulsion order was received, something had happened to him that caused him not to forward the document to the local police. He told the audience that a profound change had begun in the way he was looking at other people. He said that the change began on the day of the girl watching speeches. He told us that something of it had remained stuck in his thinking. He confided, that suddenly, he became more honest with himself, and not only about his sexual attraction to other people, but about a lot of other things, too. He conceded, that initially, it had been his growing honesty with himself about his sexual attraction, that had been the driving factor that had changed his life. But it developed further from there, even towards people he had despised before.
      He told the audience that he almost surprised himself when he noticed that a deeply moving change had occurred in his way of regarding other people. He said that the most dramatic change came over him on one of the evenings when he sat down with his drinking buddies for a game of cards, which of course meant gambling. He told us that he loved gambling, but all of sudden he couldn't do it anymore. It made no sense anymore that he would rob his friends in that way, since he understood the game better than they did. He told us that he looked up from his deck of cards, at the two women that he had come to love deeply, and likewise his other friends. He said that he suddenly realized that he couldn't play against them anymore. It didn't make sense that they should be playing 'against' one another.

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