"What came out of this work didn't change the world," said Indira, "but it uplifted the lives of a whole lot of people, mine included, and Pete's evidently too. None of that should be excluded during our days of celebration, but serve as a stepping stone for the task that Fred imposed on us, to find a way to uplift the whole world."

      "Fred told me that his comment was meant to be sarcastic that the world grinds on," I told everybody. "He had meant this to be a challenge to us to disprove that."





      "Yes, as we reach for the mountain top," Indira continued, "we should not forget those footsteps that brought us to the base of the mountain, even the seemingly small ones. They are deeply intertwined with our needs as human beings to find great riches in ourselves, great enough for us to share with a profound joy, need to remain alive in our hearts. They need to remain alive in the celebration of what created them and what came out of them. I think this aspect is a part of the logic of Plato's allegory of the cave. This means that we must ask ourselves again and again, what defines the reality of our world and the shape of the universe of universal love? Do the shadows that we so often behold and try to relate to, no matter how ominous they seem, constitute that reality, or are they but shadows? We must ask ourselves again and again what footsteps we must yet take to free ourselves from the still too narrowly perceived perceptions of our world, and so come to understand the processes behind the perceived finity that is conjured up by our perceived limitations and our acceptance of that finity? I think, as we continue to uplift ourselves in this manner, and we begin to see with the mind what the senses cannot convey, nor ever have conveyed; as we look beyond the limits that confront us, paradoxically; we become more and more like the prisoner who has shed the iron chains and understands the processes that create delusions that are all too often perceived as reality. Then, step by step, we too, can become evermore truly free and find this freedom reflected in our ability to meet the human need, until in time the very concept of a need itself fades into the realm of the world's forgotten history. Then we become human and find in our lives, and in our world, that the most ordinary becomes indeed extraordinary, that melodies become music, and music becomes uplifted in the swell of great symphonies the likes of which may not be heard anywhere in the universe as far as we know, except on this planet. With such miracles happening on a universal scale throughout the planet, and in countless different forms of culture and industry, how incredibly rich are we in our humanity? I cannot think of anything greater to celebrate, than this."

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