Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost....
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. .....
Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!
In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!
What would be yours if you die today?
Art. Paintings specially.
I used to wonder why people paid some times small fortunes for just a canvas with someone's drawings on it.
At the end, It was paint, nothing more.
Now, I finally understand.
When you look at a piece of art, it's not about the artist's name or the skill required... not even about the art itself.
All that matters is...
How does it make you feel?
You are purchasing a feeling.
I guess is the same reason I go back to the same cheap places I used to go when in my younger years, it's not about the food, or the old rusty wear out place.
It's all about the feeling and the memories it brings me back.
We all know that for good or I'll, each one of us want to feel unique, different than all the others.
But objective analysis however concludes that we are as inconsequential or unique as anyone else.
We are but one in many, we are but one single worker bee in the vast swarm subject to same imperatives as others.
We dull our discontent in a never ending mix of electric impulses and a chain reaction of chemical substances either self produced or taken, it does not matter.
And then it happens, we die.
I have two passwords that I've been using on and off for years now.
One reminds me to be thankful of what I have.
The other tells me that no matter who you are, how hard you work or how much money you have.
There's some things in life that are not meant to be.
And that is not meant to be understood, but rather to be accepted.