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Chapter 9 - An Ode to JoySteve started the engines and got the ship underway again towards our destination. During the continuing discussion we talked about a few more poisoned rivers. We realized for instance, that the imperial depopulation ideology has poisoned America so deeply that its government had committed itself more than once to force a radical depopulation on Africa, in order to preserve Africa's natural resources for America's possible future requirements. We realized that this policy commitment might have been one the major turning points where the poisoning of America became escalated. Ross, our researcher, suggested that this trend can be traced back to the early 1960s when the poisoning of America's financial system was shifted into high gear. From that point on America's insanity began to take off and to ripen into evermore grotesque forms of depravity. One by one its vital contributory rivers became so thoroughly poisoned that they began to stink, by which America's arrogance, its fascism, and its insanity grew. Ross take was, that in order to save the world, we had to save America first, that had become its rock bottom sewer. Tony began to laugh at him. He suggested that the whole world has to make it its highest priority to nurse America back to life from its poisoned state. "If you have a child in your house that is sick," he said. "It becomes your highest priority to make it well again. You don't throw it out of the house. You help it to get rid of whatever has 'poisoned' its being." Ross agreed. He said that he realized that for this to happen, Steve's development project of the four sciences would be indispensable. We realized that we had to push these projects forward with, or without, Steve's participation. Steve's comment was, when I and Jacky talked to him on this issue on the bridge, that all roads lead to truth, no matter who is involved and where. "Without embracing the truth about ourselves, no one is free. There is no freedom without truth, only an endless slavery to opinions and utopian ideals that have nothing to do with reality," he concluded. Steve suggested at the end that it is only natural that the deeper a society isolates itself from the truth that defines the reality of its being, individually or collectively, the greater will be the insanity that rules in its world. "We can't get away from this effect," he added, "but we can pull ourselves out of the rut of our own stupidity by becoming honest with ourselves about the truth, and help humanity to do the same." Jacky appeared to be impressed by what he had heard from us, and by our commitment to help. Consequently he made plans for Steve, myself, Ross, Fred, and Ushi to fly with him to Beijing for a few days of meetings with all of the people in his department, to begin uplifting the mental background there. So it was, that before we even reached our destination that day, travel plans were arranged for a float plane to come to our destination in a couple of days, to take us to Poyang and from where Air China would take us the rest of the way. Our destination for the current day lay still a few hours distant on the south side of the lake. Wai-yi had arranged for us to take part in a lake-side music festival. The festival wasn't held in one of the big cities like Nanchang or Poyang. Instead, we had been invited to a small fishing town, named Nanfeng where lake side musical festivals had become a part of the local culture. The musical entries for the festival had been chosen from the best of China's heritage, to which we added, as an experiment, the best that the western culture has produced. We presented the Ninth Symphony of Beethoven to the fishing village, the same music with which our day had begun. We had a perfect recording of it, superbly performed. Thus, Beethoven became electronically presented at a cultural festival in a far away place in China. || - page index - || - chapter index - || - Exit - ||
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