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I suggested that this higher platform of the divinity of our humanity is the platform on which oligarchism can be defeated, which operates not on a universal platform, but on an artificial vertical platform. I suggested that if we break ourselves out of our confinement in vertical servitute and uplift our lives onto the universal platform of the truth of our humanity where we recognize ourselves existing side by side at the highest level possible, the level of universal Love, and Mind, and Spirit, and Soul, we can win. "That defines our divinity," I said. At this level we have the power to be the sons of God, as we already are. I pointed out that this was the process by which the Renaissance came into being, but which takes us far beyond to a higher level renaissance that has not yet been seen. I suggested that we can utilize this process again. Except, for this to be possible, we also need to uplift our social structure, which prevents the higher platform from being built.
I pointed out that the current idea of a narrowly confined wedlock locks all of this out of ones being, when one subjects oneself to it. "Then, the infinite dimension is gone, and the universality of truth is gone with it, because truth cannot exist in isolation. All that is left then, in this wedlock, is the flesh, and it holds a promise that it cannot fulfill. Thus, society looks for a substitute for love. It looks for power; prestige; personal property; sports; wealth; violence; fascism; and imperialism; and so on. With these, society is destroying its world in league with the oligarchy, as it demands with ever-greater force what these substitutes for love promise, but cannot deliver.
I told the audience that we have therefore only one option, which is to redevelop love according to its nature as a universal principle, as universal truth, as the infinite dimension of the humanity that we all share. "In this the sage finds the god that he beholds in himself," I said to the audience, "which honors the god in another, as there is but one God. In this we find our own divinity. In this we find the wings of our love, not as a mystic quality, but as a truth discovered in ourselves, about ourselves, and about the universal humanity of humanity. In this we find peace and security.
I added a poem about love:
Brood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,
'Neath which our spirits blend
Like brother birds, that soar and sing,
And on the same branch bend.
The arrow that doth wound the dove
Darts not from those who watch and love.
If thou the bending reed wouldst break
By thought or word unkind,
Pray that his spirit you partake,
Who loved and healed mankind:
Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,
That make men one in love remain.
Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given
For faith to kiss, and know;
That greetings glorious from high heaven,
Whence joys supernal flow,
Come from that Love, divinely near,
Which chastens pride and Earth-born fear,
Through God, who gave that word of might
Which swelled creation's lay:
"Let there be light, and there was light."
What chased the clouds away?
'Twas Love whose finger traced aloud
A bow of promise on the cloud.
Thou to whose power our hope we give,
Free us from human strife.
Fed by Thy love divine we live,
For Love alone is Life;
And life most sweet, as heart to heart
Speaks kindly when we meet and part.
On the way back from the conference hall, Anton nudged me and said with a smile, "Peter, the answer to your question is, yes."
I was perplexed. "What question?"
"The question that you asked in Moscow before we stopped speaking to each other. You asked if we could have dinner together again. I didn't answer you, then. The answer really is, yes. I know it comes a bit late, after more than a dozen years. So, allow me to invite you."
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