"All right," said Ross, "now tell me what happened in the years in-between 1865 when the train of the historic horrors stopped, and 1913 when it started rolling again. What happened in this span of almost fifty years?"

      "Nothing terrible of any global consequence that I can think of happened in this time-frame," said Fred. "Even the British Opium Wars against China were over by then. The world was largely at peace at this time, until 1913 when all hell broke loose again. This train to hell hasn't stopped to the present day, but has accelerating."

      "That's how big, big is!" said Ross emphatically.

      "What do you mean?" Fred replied.

      "You asked me, how big is big. Here is your answer," said Ross. "This is how big, big is? Nothing is bigger than this mystery of a fifty-year peace."

      Fred shook his head. "When I asked you how big is big, I was referring to your research," said Fred. "I was referring to your discovery. You said something about a big discovery."

      "And I gave you my answer to this question," said Ross. "This is the answer, Fred. It's that big. Actually, I gave you only a part of the answer. The second part of the answer is even harder to believe. During the time-frame of those fifty years of peace something profound happened in America that appears to have become a light that illumined the world for those historic 50 years."

      "You are speaking in riddles," said Fred.

      "No, Fred, I am trying to make something plain to you that cannot be recognized in any other way. Let me give you an example," said Ross. "The example happened in the early years of the Twentieth Century, near the end of this fifty-year period of peace. The event illustrates to some degree what may have stood behind that peace that has been accomplished. The example is the story of an ordinary, poor, and desperate woman living a New England town during that period. Half of her body was paralyzed, which had made it difficult for her to walk. Her home life, too, had been a tragedy of similar proportions. One day she decided to simply leave her home where living had become unbearable, wowing never to return. On the way she encountered a crowd of people coming from the railway station. Seeing the crowd she reasoned that they must have come for something important, so she followed the crowd to find out what it was. By the time she had hobbled to the place were they all went she found her so far at the back where the crowd had assembled that she couldn't hear a word of an address by a woman that the people had evidently come for. She saw a well-dressed lady speaking from a balcony of an upper floor of a small homestead-mansion, but she couldn't hear her. Tears came while she stood there, frustrated by the once more added disappointment that had become a way of live for her. She felt that the woman had something important to say, which too had been denied her among so many other things. She left with the crowd when the crowd departed. She hobbled back into town. I was there, on the way back while crossing a street that she saw a team of horses approaching. She stopped. To her great surprise she saw the same woman in the carriage who had addressed the crowd earlier from the balcony. She also noticed that the woman in the carriage was looking at her while the carriage passed by. She wrote later about this incidence that she had never seen such love in any human face as she had seen during those brief moments, a love that was flowing from that woman in the carriage. Nor had she realized that such love was even possible. She said that in the flow of this love her paralysis simply vanished. She found herself healed. Later, when she returned home that day, she found her home situation healed as well."

      Ross assured Fred that this story is one of many similar stories that he came across. He also discovered in his research that the woman in the carriage had devoted herself several times each day to 'work' for the world in the same kind of loving manner, to bring light to civilization and peace to humanity.

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