In a distant woods

I could gladly be

By a babbling brook.

Society lasts for but an hour

Silence lasts for ‘aye

Sweet words soon turn sour

Babbling brooks remain.

Why should I search the world around

To find my hearts dream

When flowers abound

Encircling my feet?

Why should I search both wide and far

For melancholy

When a fading star

Dies above me now.

If all else fails me, when alone

Loneliness will do.

A coldness of bone

A light head, faint heart.

History is 6000 years old. For 6000 years, people have written the stories of their times. Before that, there was no writing.

During these 6000 years, each individual has fought a lonely fight to unite their efforts with those of others to produce a better future. But, essentially, it has been a lonely, solitary struggle. Each person was locked up in their own head; each society was to a large extent isolated from the rest of humanity; people went forward on Faith alone. No one knew the whole story.

Living life in hope of seeing justice done

It has been my sad opinion not true

As mercy flees the hands

Of strong men not weak.

But in diverse places

Here , there, now, then,

A flash of glory breaks…

And God holds in hand so tight

Men see not, neither understand.

The sun rises on the saint and the sinner, alike. Like Job, some people held fast to the Faith of purpose and a better future, others ate, drank and were merry for tomorrow they would die.

After 6000 years of such solitude, we will someday soon enter a world held together in a more visible way. As we stand upon the brink of some hard times, of some the most profound changes and events in human history, I want to dwell a little bit on the good news of the next 1000 years.

For the first time in human history, people the world over will be united and will be aware of each other, of each other’s culture, and of the interweaving pageantry of the whole.

Barriers of distance, language, and culture will melt away as technology allows us to communicate instantaneously and multilaterally. Just think, how long will it be before AwareTek includes the capability for visual and auditory conferencing amongst all its visitors?

Nation will no longer take up sword against neighbor; the sword shall be beaten into the plowshare; and the lion shall lie down with the lamb, so to speak. Oh, I know it seems impossible, but these are all ancient promises of all the world’s religions.

We will be connected technologically, culturally, and spiritually. We will be working together towards common ends. Our future history will be one.

Yes, we must go through some very hard times. But the end result will be glorious and good.

When quakes shall root out foundings to the core,

When Krakatoa shakes with colic roar,

Then let the one in Kilimanjaro weep

That man so rashly lays him down to sleep.

How small a loss it were to lose a race

Of mighty mind and self-assured face;

Who write their songs with fingers in the sand

And like Sir Spens, go walking on the strand.

But what a pity should we lose our hope,

Our wondrous, silly, amusing hope,

Questing, ever questing, so little time...

Before the solemn eyes of aged Pope

Man holds the last spectacular at bay;

No more we weep; the moon is full again today

Eternity is then tomorrow.

This is Mount Carmel, across the bay from the port of Haifa, Israel. Here, the Bible tells us that the prophet Elijah called down fire from heaven to defeat the prophets of Baal. Elijah lived in a cave on the side of this mountain.

As recently as 100 years ago, this mountain was a barren desert. As foretold in the Bible, it is once again a beautiful garden paradise. The Bible tells us that one day, all nations on earth will send emissaries to this holy mountain.