his knowledge is your knowledge, your conviction. The calculated movement of his arms and the driven word were substance and encouragement to his audience, which was there with its mouth open, both young and old, spellbound and worshipping the image of their mind. A war had just begun and neither the preacher nor his large audience cared, for wars must go on and besides it is part of their culture.
On that screen, a little later, there was shown what the scientists were doing, their marvellous inventions, their extraordinary space control, the world of tomorrow, the new complex machines; the explanations of how cells are formed, the experiments that are being made on animals, on worms and flies. The study of the behaviour of animals was carefully and amusingly explained. With this study the professors could better understand human behaviour. The remains of an ancient culture were explained; the excavations, the vases, the carefully preserved mosaics and the crumbling walls; the wonderful world of the past, its temples, its glories. Many, many volumes have been written about the riches, the paintings, the cruelties and the greatness of the past, their kings and their slaves.
A little later there was shown the actual war that was raging in the desert and among the green hills, the enormous tanks and the low-flying jets, the noise and the calculated slaughter; and the politicians talking about peace but encouraging war in every land. The crying women were shown and the desperately wounded, the children waving flags and the priests intoning blessings.
The tears of mankind have not washed away man's desire to kill. No religion has stopped war; all of them, on the contrary, have encouraged it, blessed the weapons of war;
сеяли рознь между людьми. Правительства обособлены и оберегают свою обособленность. Учёные зависят от правительств. Проповедник запутался в своих словах и образах.
Вы будете лить слезы, но будете воспитывать своих детей, чтобы убивать и быть убитыми. Вы принимаете это как образ жизни; вы привязаны к вашей собственной безопасности; она ваш бог и ваше горе. Ваша забота о собственных детях так старательна и щедра, но потом вы с таким энтузиазмом желаете, чтобы они были убиты. На экране показали детёнышей морских котиков, с огромными глазами; их убивали.
Функция культуры заключается в том, чтобы полностью преобразить человека.
По реке плавали оранжевые утки, они плескались, гонялись друг за другом, а на воде были тени деревьев.
На санскрите есть длинная молитва о мире. Она была написана много, много столетий тому назад кем-то, кому мир был абсолютно необходим, и возможно на этом основывалась его повседневная жизнь. Молитва была написана, когда ещё не вкрался яд национализма, когда не было ещё этой аморальной власти денег и той довлеющей поглощённости человека мирскими делами, которую принесла индустриализация. Это молитва о непреходящем мире: Да будет мир среди богов, в небесах и среди звёзд; да будет мир на земле среди людей и четвероногих животных; да не причиним мы вреда друг другу; да будем великодушными друг с другом; да обретём мы разум, который станет направлять нас в нашей жизни и действии; да будет мир в нашей молитве, на наших устах и в наших сердцах.
В этом мире нет упоминания о личности; это пришло значительно позднее. В нем есть только мы — наш
they have divided the people. Governments are isolated and cherish their insularity. The scientists are supported by governments. The preacher is lost in his words and images.
You will cry, but educate your children to kill and be killed. You accept it as the way of life; your commitment is to your own security; it is your god and your sorrow. You care for your children so carefully, so generously, but then you are so enthusiastically willing for them to be killed. They showed on the screen baby seals, with enormous eyes, being killed.
The function of culture is to transform man totally.
Across the river mandarin ducks were splashing and chasing each other and the shadows of the trees were on the water.
There is in Sanskrit a long prayer to peace. It was written many, many centuries ago by someone to whom peace was an absolute necessity, and perhaps his daily life had its roots in that. It was written before the creeping poison of nationalism, the immorality of the power of money and the insistence on worldliness that industrialism has brought about. The prayer is to enduring peace: May there be peace among the gods, in heaven and among the stars; may there be peace on earth, among men and four-footed animals; may we not hurt each other; may we be generous to each other; may we have that intelligence which will guide our life and action; may there be peace in our prayer, on our lips and in our hearts.
There is no mention of individuality in this peace; that came much later. There is only ourselves our
