"The first golden tower crumbled in New York," said Ross. "The tower wasn't brought down by terrorism. We all saw it go down, but none of us, as most people, had realized at the time that what they saw was not the result of a terrorist act, but a symptom of a collapsing world, a collapsing civilization, a collapsing society without humanity, a world without 'The Thing.' When Pete looked into the valley below in his dream, and as he looked he saw the whole city in the valley likewise disintegrating into dust. We have seen that happening too, haven't we, when the ruling world-finical and economic system disintegrated. That's the mess we are in."

      "Mankind's Golden tower was brought down by the fondi," interjected Fred and paused, evidently searching for how he might continue.

      "In the shadow of the Treaty of Paris in 1763, the British East India Company became the first private World Empire, the first completely private empire in history with a near global reach," said Fred. "The government and the crown became largely intertwined with the Empire, each in its own subservient capacity. But most of all the Empire owned the banking system. Most of the world's financial power became all privately owned. The Empire was really the empire of the fondi. And as the Empire expanded, more and more of the various nations central banks became privatized and quietly added to this private financial empire of the fondi. Like it was said in the novel of Dune, whoever owns the 'spice' controls the universe. So in the real world, whoever owns the financial system owns the nations. The USA resisted being pulled into this fold, but in 1913 it capitulated when it created Federal Reserve System as a private club that owned the nation's currency and credit creation from that day on. That's when the golden tower that Pete had lived in, in his dream, began to be endangered. In real terms it collapsed almost a century later, in a world that became hopelessly bankrupt. The Empire had lived on a foundation of looting, instead of on a foundation of universal economic development. Every empire shuns the development of the human potential of society, and sabotages it at every possible opportunity. When unemployment was dropping, the economy was said to overheating. Consequently interest rates were cranked up to kill off whatever economic progress was made. And so society has been looted and destroyed in a world focused on stealing in a process that mushroomed with ever growing intensity for 250 years, to the point that there is nothing left for the imperials to steal, by which the Empire bankrupted the very source that it depended on. And so it bankrupted itself. From this point it had no options left but to use force in a quest for world-dictatorship status. It needed something spectacular in order to justify the force that can shut down civilization, imposing a global fascist police state dictatorship. Well, the fondi got their wish. The collapse of the financial system was more than spectacular than any collapse of any building in history. The world-financial collapse didn't just bring a house down. It turned the whole city into dust, the whole country, entire nations, the entire Western World."

      "We all knew that this collapse was coming. We have all seen the writing on the wall, just as Peter has seen 'The Thing' vanishing from his dream world. But we didn't want to acknowledge what we saw, did we? We didn't, because if we did, we would have had to respond and react to save ourselves. And so we found it more convenient to keep on dreaming. It seems to me that Pete found this paradox disturbing. He dream might have been an outcry for a solution, if it hadn't come too late."

      "The whole world was dreaming that dream and still is," said Heather. "I have seen it myself. I have been fighting this trend with Nicolai. I have been traveling around the world with him just for that, giving lectures on humanist economics, hoping to wake people up."

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