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- From: Richard Clapp <rclapp@igc.apc.org>
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- Date: 06 Jan 93 07:05 PST
- Subject: Report on the Biped Nations
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- Report on the Biped Nations
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- The flavor of power is about to change in the most powerful nation
- on the blue planet. I am honored to have the opportunity of
- reporting to the Council on the eve of that change, yet I hesitate
- at the brink of prediction. I want to build in your minds a
- bridge to peace and beauty, but I remember past surprises, when
- the obvious was not, after all, the inevitable, and the new order
- was neither new nor quite in order.
-
- I pray every cycle that the coming change will be more than
- another grey pebble in the rugged path of their history, that this
- change will be a full step to the bridge where we wait with open
- hearts to hear a human music and add it to the symphony of the
- spheres.
-
- I beg to remind you that the subjects of our vigil are a young
- people. They still mistake a weapon for a tool. They fight the
- wrong wars. When will the war on drugs become a war on ignorance
- -- the war on cancer, a war on carcinogens? Whence will come
- their war on greed?
-
- They are paragons of paradox: Farmers despise the soil community.
- Merchants devour their capital. Technophiles discard a world and
- expect to be entrusted with the moon and the stars. They give
- their children all that is novel and disposable, but deny them the
- mental furnishings which alone can make them citizens of the
- universe. Those with the greatest appetites have the most
- garbage.
-
- I abhor Dharlo's racist theory that they were doomed to a narrow
- vision from the moment their ancestors crept out of the mother
- sea. I prefer a moist substrate myself but, as many species have
- demonstrated, one need not have wet feet to realize that
- everything is connected.
-
- My friend Xarfoo's guilt in knowing what-they-know-not is wasted.
- Their numeracy may be primordial, but it is sufficient for basic
- operations. They know, but they do not acknowledge. They are
- prodigious creators of secrets, and the secrets of the universe
- are not so deadly as the secrets of their institutions.
-
- Genius is born to them in every generation, and in every
- generation withers. Their new Socrates died on the Trail of
- Tears; the new Leonardo is a skeleton in Somalia. Wisdom bubbles
- up from the rich brews of their wombs and is parched in the ovens
- of poverty and war.
-
- Perhaps we see too much. The crew is in a constant roil of grief.
- None of our species has a ritual adequate to the task. Yet if we
- do not grieve for these brief lights, I fear that we may become
- what we study.
-
- To Gilitas my teacher, condolences: Your hunter-gathers have
- spawned mall rats. They will not sit in Council in your
- lifetime.
-
- ---- Mossflower
-
- ---- in orbit above the blue planet
-
- ---- (translated by Mary Firestone)
-
- ---- Copyright 1992 Mary A. Firestone
-
- ---- Copy freely for non-commercial use
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