"The terms, Christ, and Christianity, have been so sadly abused that maybe we should find different terms to denote the advanced concepts that you are talking about," Anton interjected.

      "Why should we?" I countered her. "That would be like taking Bach's name away from his music, or Mozart's name. The name Bach has become synonymous with a qualitative giant step in the complexity of music. The name, Christ, for mankind has likewise become synonymous with a giant qualitative step forward in the unfolding light of humanity. In both cases we should recognize what the names mean, rather than scrap the names. The name Christ stands for a revolutionary concept of mankind that unfolded out of scientific revolution that Plato might have started or the Pythagorean before him. It denotes a renaissance in humans self-perception. Sure, that renaissance has been lost, but the name remains. Bach's music emerged out the renaissance background of the Peace of Westphalia that raised the platform of civilization. Bach's higher level music reflects that. If we take those names away we throw away what they represent. So we can't do that. But we can go forward. We can create new terms for new revolutionary advances in our ongoing discovery of the spiritual dimension of our humanity. Maybe we can give Love a new meaning as we begin to live it more fully and more universally."

      "Like sharing the bed universally?" said Anton. But this time she didn't smile.

      I was about to say NO, vigorously, but a voice within said, "hold on!"

      I seemed the freeze momentarily. The voice spoke again. "What would be the answer to Anton's question based on the Principle of Universal Love?"

      "The answer is Yes," I said to Anton. If the Principle of Universal Love means something then the answer has to be, YES. But to get there a long road has to be traveled. It might not be a long road in time, but in footsteps as the individual dance unfolds."

      "It was meant to be a trick question," said Anton now smiling, "and you have answered well. And maybe you learned something along the way?"

      "Have you?" I replied.

      She nodded. "But don't get your hopes up," she added.

      "Oh don't worry," I said and began to grin. "There is no danger for that. My feet are far to firmly anchored in the ground for me to reach that high. I wouldn't dare even ask such a question. But then, stranger things have happened."

      "So you don't find me desirable as woman? Is that what you are saying?" said Anton.

      "I have said YES already to that with a kiss," I said quietly. "It took a revolution in thinking and daring to get that far. But Mount Everest wasn't scaled in a day. The desire to do that is there. However, the path leads of the unfolding leads into an unknown land. Caution is needed. But I can tell you that much. The path is paved with joy. Maybe some day our paths will meet on the mountaintop."

      Anton stood up with a smile.

      I followed suite.

      Her response was to hug me.

      "Maybe we are celebrating here and now the beginning of the Christianization of Russia," she added with sparkling eyes when the hugging ended.



      "It's amazing how far we've already traveled, away from the dark world of celebrating the Byzantine model and its countless forms of terror, like the Global Warming doctrine, the DDT ban, the Free Trade looting, the Depopulation insanity, the Endless-War policies..." I said after we were seated again.

      "And the small marriage doctrine," Anton added.

      "Is that another trick question?" I asked. "I have listed genocidal processes. Are you suggesting...?"

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