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.But I haven t lost my memory.I remember Banks mis-sion that Survivors Benevolent Society that sent him and Joy back to1906 in a time machine.They were to prevent the century s major warsand what Banks called democide, and promote democracy to keep thepeace.Cyril remembered that Banks was a professor of history whowas sure that universalizing democracy Kant s solution would do it. Never Again? 47He smiled as he recalled John calling Joy his assistant and translator amartial arts and weapons expert! She claimed, I am your muscle, Banks had written.But Cyril remembered most how sexy and stun-ningly beautiful she was.For the thousandth time, the sex scenes with her that Banks hadwritten about in the Remembrance tried to capture his mind withimagined images, and he waved his hand in front his face as thoughwaving them away.Not now.He refocused by trying to remember Banks most favorite truth.Yes, I have it: Democracies do not make war on each other and havefar less violence than other governments. And his conclusion and thereason for the time travel mission: Democracy is a solution to warand democide. He felt the truth of it deep inside.It was like a religious revelation.He just knew now that this was the solution.He shook his head in won-derment.Wright and a few others hinted at it, but except for Kant, noone else saw this as the solution.But, if Banks chronology could pre-dict the beginning and end of the Korean War decades before ithappened, and.yes, the Soviets exploding the hydrogen bomb God,it didn t even exist when Banks predicted that! he had to be rightabout everything else.Cyril was too excited to question the logic of that.Nevertheless, itchanged his life.Before reading Kant, he d often suffered from deepdepression lasting for several days at a time, days in which he had todrive himself to attend his classes and his job.But now, what Banksand Kant wrote changed his future, perhaps in better ways than being amillionaire would have.For the rest of the world, it would revolutionizeinternational studies.It would change the study of war.It would createa new and dynamic American foreign policy.And it would change theuniverse. Chapter 11he series of near-impossible chances that bestowed upon Cyrilthe one opportunity denied to all other humans to bridge uni-T verses, were themselves conditional.They depended on a chainof events in Vietnam that surrounded one family, in particular.Had anylinks in this chain been broken, there would have been no Joy Phim,and she and John Banks would not have embarked on their mission intime, and there would have been no accordion folder full of Banksdocuments for Cyril to find during that fateful World War Two paperdrive.There would have been no bridge between universes.Instead, ourforeseeable future would remain rife with merciless dictators enslavingbillions and producing a Niagara of blood.At least, this is what would seem evident to an omniscient observer.But even, such an observer can be betrayed by the unknown.Let s start at the most relevant beginning of this significant chain ofevents, which took place about seventy-three hundred miles away fromwhere Cyril was attending college.1956, Nong-cong, North VietnamHoang LoiHe had murdered his son Trai.Now there was no turning back.In the little tool shed behind his three-room home, he grabbed thetwo coils of rope he had already prepared and waxed in just the rightplace.He had to hurry.Members of the People s Brigade, assumingthat he had already followed orders and deserted his home, could arriveat any moment to loot the place.He passed by the doorway of his home on the way to the tree.Hiswife Le Nogoc Bian stood swaying there, clutching the door jamb forsupport.The blood spattered when they d killed their son stood outstarkly on her white face.Her eyes, though glistening with tears, nowshowed only fierce determination and utter resignation, but anguishpulled at the muscles of her face and dug deep furrows into the flesh. Never Again? 49He was proud of her.When the brigade s courier had driven up tohis door in an old Citroën, slammed the order into Loi s hand, and leftwithout a word, they d sat next to each other at their big table to read ittogether.Only silence followed.They had no need of words.Finallythey looked at each other.She nodded, rose heavily, and stumbled tothe door.Trying vainly to control her tears, she had called her son Traiin from feeding their pigs.They had known they might be marked.They should have fled.Butit was not easy to pull up roots, to leave the graves of their ancestors, togive up their friends, to throw away the small but successful farm Loihad inherited from his father, the farm his son would inherit from him.To go where? And to start over with nothing? They could not sell thefarm that was just the kind of evidence of capitalist greed that wouldget him shot.He swerved from his path to the tree and went to Bian to put hisarm around her shoulders.She turned to hug him with all herstrength.He stroked her hair and whispered, Soon we will be free. She began to shake and he held her tighter, trying to will his strengthinto her.She had done the hardest part.By the time her son came in, she hadwiped the tears away, manufactured a plastic smile, and told him thatthis was a special day for prayer.She told Trai to get on his knees andpray with her.Then she led him in her favorite Buddhist prayer, timelyfor all their suffering in this land.May all beings everywhere plagued with sufferingsof body and mind quickly be freed from their illnesses.May those frightened cease to be afraid, and maythose bound, be free.May the powerless find power, and may peoplethink of befriending one another [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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.But I haven t lost my memory.I remember Banks mis-sion that Survivors Benevolent Society that sent him and Joy back to1906 in a time machine.They were to prevent the century s major warsand what Banks called democide, and promote democracy to keep thepeace.Cyril remembered that Banks was a professor of history whowas sure that universalizing democracy Kant s solution would do it. Never Again? 47He smiled as he recalled John calling Joy his assistant and translator amartial arts and weapons expert! She claimed, I am your muscle, Banks had written.But Cyril remembered most how sexy and stun-ningly beautiful she was.For the thousandth time, the sex scenes with her that Banks hadwritten about in the Remembrance tried to capture his mind withimagined images, and he waved his hand in front his face as thoughwaving them away.Not now.He refocused by trying to remember Banks most favorite truth.Yes, I have it: Democracies do not make war on each other and havefar less violence than other governments. And his conclusion and thereason for the time travel mission: Democracy is a solution to warand democide. He felt the truth of it deep inside.It was like a religious revelation.He just knew now that this was the solution.He shook his head in won-derment.Wright and a few others hinted at it, but except for Kant, noone else saw this as the solution.But, if Banks chronology could pre-dict the beginning and end of the Korean War decades before ithappened, and.yes, the Soviets exploding the hydrogen bomb God,it didn t even exist when Banks predicted that! he had to be rightabout everything else.Cyril was too excited to question the logic of that.Nevertheless, itchanged his life.Before reading Kant, he d often suffered from deepdepression lasting for several days at a time, days in which he had todrive himself to attend his classes and his job.But now, what Banksand Kant wrote changed his future, perhaps in better ways than being amillionaire would have.For the rest of the world, it would revolutionizeinternational studies.It would change the study of war.It would createa new and dynamic American foreign policy.And it would change theuniverse. Chapter 11he series of near-impossible chances that bestowed upon Cyrilthe one opportunity denied to all other humans to bridge uni-T verses, were themselves conditional.They depended on a chainof events in Vietnam that surrounded one family, in particular.Had anylinks in this chain been broken, there would have been no Joy Phim,and she and John Banks would not have embarked on their mission intime, and there would have been no accordion folder full of Banksdocuments for Cyril to find during that fateful World War Two paperdrive.There would have been no bridge between universes.Instead, ourforeseeable future would remain rife with merciless dictators enslavingbillions and producing a Niagara of blood.At least, this is what would seem evident to an omniscient observer.But even, such an observer can be betrayed by the unknown.Let s start at the most relevant beginning of this significant chain ofevents, which took place about seventy-three hundred miles away fromwhere Cyril was attending college.1956, Nong-cong, North VietnamHoang LoiHe had murdered his son Trai.Now there was no turning back.In the little tool shed behind his three-room home, he grabbed thetwo coils of rope he had already prepared and waxed in just the rightplace.He had to hurry.Members of the People s Brigade, assumingthat he had already followed orders and deserted his home, could arriveat any moment to loot the place.He passed by the doorway of his home on the way to the tree.Hiswife Le Nogoc Bian stood swaying there, clutching the door jamb forsupport.The blood spattered when they d killed their son stood outstarkly on her white face.Her eyes, though glistening with tears, nowshowed only fierce determination and utter resignation, but anguishpulled at the muscles of her face and dug deep furrows into the flesh. Never Again? 49He was proud of her.When the brigade s courier had driven up tohis door in an old Citroën, slammed the order into Loi s hand, and leftwithout a word, they d sat next to each other at their big table to read ittogether.Only silence followed.They had no need of words.Finallythey looked at each other.She nodded, rose heavily, and stumbled tothe door.Trying vainly to control her tears, she had called her son Traiin from feeding their pigs.They had known they might be marked.They should have fled.Butit was not easy to pull up roots, to leave the graves of their ancestors, togive up their friends, to throw away the small but successful farm Loihad inherited from his father, the farm his son would inherit from him.To go where? And to start over with nothing? They could not sell thefarm that was just the kind of evidence of capitalist greed that wouldget him shot.He swerved from his path to the tree and went to Bian to put hisarm around her shoulders.She turned to hug him with all herstrength.He stroked her hair and whispered, Soon we will be free. She began to shake and he held her tighter, trying to will his strengthinto her.She had done the hardest part.By the time her son came in, she hadwiped the tears away, manufactured a plastic smile, and told him thatthis was a special day for prayer.She told Trai to get on his knees andpray with her.Then she led him in her favorite Buddhist prayer, timelyfor all their suffering in this land.May all beings everywhere plagued with sufferingsof body and mind quickly be freed from their illnesses.May those frightened cease to be afraid, and maythose bound, be free.May the powerless find power, and may peoplethink of befriending one another [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]