I dream of peace, and beauty, and the life of the Seeker. In my mind's eye, the evil of the twentieth century vanishes like a bad dream. It is not impossible, if you will follow your feelings about what is truly important. Anything is possible for the Mage. Only do not be impatient. Community is like a garden. It grows at its own pace. I dream of a time of wizards and magic, where the single trumpeting mouth of television is stilled, and where nukes and missiles and planes and guns and the Thinkers behind them have all been rejected. I dream of hand-crafted villages, each rooted in its spirit of place. I dream of human powered vehicles (no infernal combustion engines) and tame deer, and the music of coyotes (no dogs or streetlights). Enough of the ceaseless hum of this century and the lock-step march of millions. An end to murder as entertainment. The Actor tells us of the innate evil of our enemies (last week's 'friends'). These 'enemies' are just as bored and fearful as ourselves. These are the universal feelings which can be the basis of the solution. We cannot have world peace without creating world community. This will not happen without meeting the legitimate fears about world government. So, away with government! All basic questions may be decided by unanimous choice of the components of a community. Let those best qualified administer the choice, but let the people retain all legislative and judicial functions. This is Aristarchy, a system somewhat modeled after the Mandarinate of T'ang China. We cannot have harmony and beauty where everyone is concerned just with making a living. So away with the daily grind! Down with all economics and all economists. Let us make use of some of our computer technology for something useful. Let us build a totally automated system of self-maintaining farms, factories, energy and transportation networks, that provide all basic tools and staples free to all forever. This is what I've called the ECOLOMAT in WHOLE EARTH INNER SPACE. Computerize farms, not ICBM's. During the night of the Feeler, there are many dreams and nightmares, and it is not yet written which shall come to pass. It is up to the Doer. |