The End of History.
"Of course China cannot be exempted," Steve agreed. "What do you think I have been trying to do all those years?"
"In this case you must double your effort," said Ushi when she overheard what we were talking about. "We must bring the whole world together as one family. We must end the isolation, division, confrontation, etc., that the fondi have drawn us into. We must built an international movement of informed citizens which will assume the leadership role that they have erroneously delegated to their governments, which have been taken over by the 'royal' fondi. The reason why nothing has happened so far, is partly due to our conscious neglect, because we haven't focused on building up the kind of quality in people's thinking that is required for responsible leadership to come forward, and to be effective. This includes respect, honor, and affection, without which, no unity can be established, not on the grass roots level, nor on the international level."
The Chinese question remained unresolved until the last day of our conference, until our farewell dinner was almost over. That's when Heather announced that she would help Steve by working with him in China for as long as Ushi would be away in Russia. Ross told us that he had a whole stack of invitations from a number of scientifically oriented institutions in China. He had received them in response to his papers. He told us that he would make a copy of them for Steve. Ross said that he always had to turn the invitations down for the lack of time. He told us that Steve might want to try to rekindle these contacts. He promised to help him once he was done in Germany.
"If I can convince people of the truth," said Ross, "the revelation might travel like wildfire and filter downwards. The Chinese are not as closed minded to spiritual perception and scientific thinking as the West is." Ross raised his glass to wish us all God speed in our new endeavors.
Ushi, too, gave a fare well toast at the final party. She rarely made speeches. She spoke about my first visit to Leipzig where I had said something to her that had always puzzled her. She told everyone that we were in a cafe at the time, and that I had told her that the two of us, by ourselves, were sufficient to change the world with a right idea. "Now, this sort of thing is really happening," she said, and raised her glass.
We drank a lot of this Mexican fruit juice that night and danced until the band stopped playing. The next morning we all boarded the bus together, back to the airport. The fight for our life was about to begin.