"It may already be too late for that," said Tony. "Pete's alarm clock may have gone off far too late. Maybe Pete recognized that, and this is what caused his dream. Still, I agree. We have to fight with what we've got, even though we haven't done anything significant with it so far. We allowed ourselves to drift into a rut and have a party, the dullest party in history I might add, which had lasted for twelve years. We are just beginning to dig ourselves out from that, just barely. Except, it may well be that we started too late."

      "Sure, we have given the fondi a free reign," said Sylvia. "Maybe Peter also realized this in his dream. But I say, it is never too late to begin fighting for civilization and its universal principles. Even if the whole world were to crumble into dust, which is already happening, it is never too late to fight for the platform of the universal principles of our humanity, the principles of science, technological progress, and universal love. No matter how far we have fallen behind in our duties as human beings towards one-another, the Principle of Universal Love is still the only platform there is for building a new civilization on. That's all we've got, even if we have to start our building in the dust of a total collapse. The Principle of Universal Love can get us out of the dust. The potential to get back on track always exits. It exists even at the moment when the whole world spits at this principle as a worthless piece of trash, or even a "nuisance" as it is called in the world of the imperial dreams."



      We all praised Sylvia for her profound realization when we had breakfast together this morning on Ross' balcony, where we analyzed my dream. Once we were satisfied that a solution had been found, the dream was laid aside and once again forgotten, because the Principle of Universal Love was something we were already working with. Thus, we were once again contend that the solution to the problems of the world was already in progress of being developed. Should we have done more? Did we even recognize the infinite shape of the horizon that were looking at, through the looking glass of The Principle of Universal Love?

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