Chapter 4 - Rotundity

      After our indulgence with just about the 'finest' ice cream in the city, Sylvia checked on the remaining roses that we had left in the car, those that remained after honoring the musicians at the Blue Lion. We had left them in the car without water. Luckily they still looked fresh. To keep them that way I brought my soft-drinks cup along, filled with water. The cup fitted perfectly into the cup holder of the rented car. It sufficed to serve as a vase. Going back into the store netted us as a piece of string to tie the bundle of roses into place between the steering column and the glove compartment. It is amazing how few places there are in a modern car to tie flowers into place as if one shouldn't have beautiful things in a car anymore.

      "We still need to find a place to watch the sunrise from," said Sylvia.

      "Maybe we should go back to the mall," I replied as I closed the glove compartment and Sylvia started the car up.

      "I know the perfect spot at the mall for observing the sunrise," said Sylvia and began to smile. "A long time ago I came there with my parents during a summer vacation. We came specifically for the sunrise as I remember. It was a magical treat for us children to watch the sun come up over the city. We had to get up so early though, it seemed like in the middle of the night. It was dark when we left the motel for the drive to get there in time."

      "And where precisely is this magical place?" I asked. I checked the fuel gage. We had plenty enough to get back to the mall.

      "The magical place is the Lincoln Memorial, Peter? We can sit on the steps. I can't think of a better place than there, to watch the sun come up, can you?"

      "No, I can't. That's precisely what we need for a day of celebration," I replied as Sylvia got the car rolling.

      "Ah, but what more are we celebrating that we haven't been celebrating all day?" she asked, still smiling.

      "What more?" I repeated. "The dawn of the age of universal Principle is on the horizon. I think that's what we are celebrating, Sylvia, a new rising of the Principle of Universal Love. We've been celebrated everything else, but that. The rise of this principle has last been seen in 1648 when it came to light in part as the Principle of the Advantage of the Other. It was celebrated then when it created the brightest renaissance in history. It ended an eighty years period of war. It changed the world. I gave us great classical music and culture and a new foundation for civilization. It also gave rise to the founding of the United States of America. Is this big enough a reason to celebrate? I think this profound principle is dawning on the horizon again. And that's just for starters."

      "The Principle of the Advantage of the Other?" Sylvia repeated.

      "Actually, Sylvia, the Principle of the Advantage of the Other was just the dawn that ushered in the real sunrise that is about to begin now in our time, in the form of the rise of the Principle of Universal Love and the Principle of Universal Sovereignty and Universal Good. They all need to be unfolding together. Now is the time for this to happen. We don't stand with out heads bowed to the ground before any god and grovel for help or mercy, instead we kneel at the before the Principle of Universal Love with our heads held high, and in so doing we face the real image of ourselves. The universal principles of our humanity may have been overturned again and again, and been hidden for ages, but they are back on the horizon and are promising the brightest era we have ever seen."

      "We have seen many 'little' attempts to shift the phase of history towards the platform of the Principle of Universal Love," said Sylvia. "One such attempt was made by Abraham Lincoln when he encouraged society to rouse itself to defend its future from the shadow of the Old Word that was still prominently over the nation. Another such attempt to shift the phase of history was made by Franklin Delanor Roosevelt whose image has not yet been carved in stone like that of the other great Presidents. Maybe his memorial is not needed, cut in stone. The Principle of Universal Love that he had seen and had aspired to stand behind the New World that he created. Maybe the dawning recognition of this principle in the world will be his memorial, a greater memorial than any ever built with stone and mortar."

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Stories about War from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche