Sylvia answered Fred quickly, though still theoretically, without really thinking about the practical aspects. I supported her and explained to Fred that the whole concept of the universal marriage of humanity on all levels was still extremely new to all of us. "But let's be honest with ourselves, what other options do we have?" I said to Fred. "There are principles involved that we can no longer ignore, and challenges that frankly put, are scary. Nevertheless, the development of the science involved makes its own demands. Scientific discoveries reflect the imperatives of universal principles that are bigger that anyone of us is. Yes, that's scary," I concluded.

      "Science?" Fred repeated, questioningly. "How can science be scary?"

      I nodded, as if this didn't really require and answer. "Science, in its most absolute sense gives to humanity a new image, a new definition, a new selfhood," I said moments later. "But in order to get there, we always venture into virgin territory that no one has dared to enter before. That's what's scary. What if we mess up?"

      I felt proud as I formulated that answer based on what I felt should be obvious, but should also be stated bluntly if it wasn't recognized. "Science gives us an expanded awareness of universal Truth," I continued. "It develops our knowledge of the domain of absolute Truth. It has to explore virgin territory for that reason. In the marriage context, this truth comes to light in the simple fact that we are all 'children with a common universal human Soul' so to speak.' That's a profound concept, don't you think? It makes the Principle of Universal Love natural, and our response to it likewise natural, though it comes with scary implications?"

      Fred raised his hand as if he wanted to say something.

      I cut him off. "The marriage of humanity is a scientific fact based on a recognized truth. It comes to light in one of the greatest universal principles that our civilization is built on," I added. I felt that I had to say something profound in support of Ross' and Sylvia's arguments, something that projected the profundity of the discovery of Mary's work so that even Fred would be moved by it. "We all share the same humanity, don't we?" I added almost as an afterthought. "We are all married to one-another by this fact, whether everyone denies this or not."

      Fred burst into laughter. "The marriage of humanity!" he repeated. He spoke in a mocking tone of voice now. The mocking became mingled with his laughter. "My dear Peter, I have listened to you all. Do you think you live on the moon or on Mars? What happened to the down to earth fellow that I knew?"

      "I live on planet Earth where this concept has been developed over a hundred years ago," I countered his laughter. "As Ross said, this development happened right here in America. It is one of the achievements that has made America great. It happened in New England, just a few hundred miles north of us, up near Boston. That's not on the moon, Fred? What I am talking about is real down to earth stuff. Just because nobody has yet responded for the last hundred years to Mary's discovered scientific fact, either here in North Carolina, nor anywhere else, doesn't make that scientific fact any less valid and any less important. I think this is still the most profound leading edge stuff there is, even if it is a hundred years old, and it pertains directly to us! If we can't move with it and change the world as Mary had once started to do it a hundred years ago, who will? Who will break the rut of a century of war?"



      Fred stopped laughing. He raised his hand and then smiled as if a wicked idea has entered his mind. I remembered seeing that kind smile before. I remembered it from way back at the conference in Moscow. Fred reached for his wallet just as he did then. This time he and took a fifty-dollar bill out of it and put it on the table. "You guys really don't know how naive you are," he said in a serious tone. He put a finger on the fifty-dollar bill. "I will double those fifty bucks if you can convince a friend of mine in India that you are not dreaming about this, but are serious in running with it," he said. With that he began to laugh again.

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