"That's insane," said Anton. "Fifty years! Are you saying America won't repay its debt to the world for fifty years?"

      "Actually this is the very best that the people of the world can expect at the present time," I countered her. "America is bankrupt. The dollar is worth a sall small fraction of its face value. The whole world is in the same mess. There are no better currencies anywhere, because the whole world had been bankrupted by the imperial game. And so the entire global house of cards is held together by the worthless U.S. dollar that everybody holds and thinks it worth anything. If the dollar were to pop open and its real value came to be known, the whole global economy would go down the drain. This means that we need a global bankruptcy reorganization with a whole lot of grace to peel away all the dead stuff, the worthless debt, speculative debt, gambling debt, and so forth. We need to rebuild our humanity and its productive potential. That's what we owe to ourselves. America has the potential to recover itself if we decide to create a new renaissance and the empires down. That is in essence what people are buying when they buy our currency, but few are aware of that. They are buying hope, pure hope based on the grace that we once had and had demonstrated, which we no longer have but have the potential to have again. Deep down some people know in their heart that this grace still exists, hidden as it is, and denied as it is. It's a risky gamble for any nation to buy American dollars, but they really have no other choice, because the rest of the world had already been drowned in the imperial sewer. The governments of Europe are totally locked into the imperial sewer, right from their very beginning. They never were free. They weren't designed to ever be free. America was a glitch in the imperial equation. We had made ourselves free for a few seasons. We did what no one had done before. The few alert people that remain in today's world can sense that the whole the world is in much deeper shambles than we are. They are gambling that America's leadership will we have enough strength left to grasp the freedom one more its Constitution and history represents, the freedom from empire, and create itself the new renaissance that America was once famous for. People are gambling on our grace. I only hope that we will some day live up to their expectation and not let the honest people down that remembered our potential."

      "Do you really believe that the cure of America can be accomplished?" Anton asked. "Grace is such an esoteric concept. It's not something that one can quantify."

      I nodded. "The welfare of mankind depends on the development of grace. That is where you can quantify it. That is where we were pioneers. We stepped away from the empire and developed our humanity, or grace. As the result we were several times the richest country on Earth, and the envy of world, even the beacon of freedom. You, Anton, are a perfect pioneer in this department of grace. You are the living image of it. Grace is quantified by what you have already achieved at the conference when the agenda was put in place. I wish we could talk about this subject some more at the conference," I added and smiled. "But would we find anybody willing to listen? The very concept of grace has been scrapped. The term has become meaningless to people. The Principle of Universal Love has been trashed. People will laugh at whoever mentions it."

      She shook her head. "You are right, that's not a practical subject for the conference floor."

      "That's what I thought," I replied. "Maybe we should focus on exploring the imperial processes by mourning the love that we once had and have lost. The loss that made society the a small-minded people it has become."

      "You mean the love that society never had?" Anton interjected. "I think you are asking for too much," she added. "People won't be able to hear what you are saying. People want to be entertained with tales about war and great battles, and fighting, and being victorious over one-another. Remember, that's what the fuss was all about when we set up the agenda. Who wants to hear talk about building and creating and flooding the world with wealth of a renaissance, as in the case of the millions of fine new houses that you want to built and give away for free to built a richer society? The real-estate speculators would run you out of town. You would take away their cash cow. And if you dare at the conference to say a word about your dream of this potential for global prosperity, you wouldn't be allowed to end your speech. Nobody wants to be brought face to face with his or her own smallness that you would challenge. Nobody wants to look at that."

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