Endless Horizons

a novel by Rolf A. F. Witzsche

Episode 6A of the series The Lodging for the Rose

Page 24

Chapter 2 - An Invitation to Dance

      "Of course, our ripping up of the royals' agenda must also go hand in hand with a clear definition of the royals' crime, which must be defined as contempt of humanity. In their contemptuous way, the royals of this world are ironically right about the world being over-populated. In a world that is being slowly destroyed, in which no economic and technological development is allowed, and existing infrastructures are being torn down, fewer and fewer resources remain to support the present world population. In this regression the threshold will inevitably be reached when too many people exist for the resources that are being produced. So, the royals are not lying in this regard. Indeed, their 'royal' agenda has no room for the world's people. It never had. This condition has not changed since the days when millions of people were starved to death by royal hands in Ireland, or since the days of the Poor Laws when people were slaved to death in work houses, just as they had been murdered again in modern times in the maliquadoras in Mexico or in the sweatshops all over the third world. Contempt for humanity must be declared a crime if humanity is to survive this war against its existence, because the criminality is the same that starves a child to death in the royal play grounds of the world, than that which sets the world on fire with nuclear war.

      "This means we must rip up that 'royal' agenda, because of the contempt of humanity that has created it, and replace that agenda with a human agenda that becomes a commitment to one-another to enrich one-another's existence, to aid the development of one-another's potential, and to honor one-another with an outflow of love. Nothing less will do. We must also make this commitment individually, to one-another, because we are all children of a common humanity. We must make a commitment to uphold our humanity, and start with it today, beginning in our private life, and this to the largest extent possible. We can do this. History tells us that far greater goals have been achieved than this."

     

      With my speech concluded. I didn't care about any applause, or the standing ovation that followed. I just left. I was totally satisfied that this speech, all by itself, had enriched the self-respect of everyone present and had instilled a sense of compassion towards those who are suffering unspeakable tragedies because of mankind's lack of commitment to itself.



      Oh, how much greater a speech this has been than my fumbled up speech that I had given in Moscow, years ago. I also knew that I couldn't have made this speech without the riches that had been brought into my life by people such as Tony, Steve, Sylvia, Ushi, Heather, and Antonovna. I was satisfied as I walked back to my seat, in knowing that in this short space of time a whole new atmosphere had been created at the conference that would determine its outcome and provide for it a new direction. But this, too, proved to be once again just another beginning, a mere opening in another arena.



      With our hotel being largely demolished, we had to move again. But what a move it became! The conference committee found us a string of four rooms that had been hastily cobbled together in a hotel that was in the final stages of being renovated. The work should have been finished for the start of the conference, but delays occurred that had forced the relocation of many of the prospective guests. With the place still under construction, it was barely half filled. The best thing, though, was its location at the top of the mountain ridge of the eastern slopes of the valley in which the city was located. No traffic noise could be heard, only the flow of the wind.

      After we moved in, Ross invited me for a lengthy hike along the high ridge. He had located a trail that led from the hotel across a meadow to a steep rise, and from there to the edge of a cliff. From our vantage-point of a series of ledges, with the city at our feet in the valley, we observed the incoming airplanes below us, making their way to the city airport.


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