The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
That war has brought with it a truly incredible development of means of destruction and a terrifying prospect of rapid and almost limitless development in that direction.
War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.
We have been travelling through a cloud. The sky has been dark ever since the war began.
For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
The relentless invisible storm of radio signals and electronic particles, the hustle and bustle, and the billions of petrol explosions in the engine blocks of trucks and cars seem to churn up the molecules of life and heaven so violently that the beautiful fogs are unable to hold together like they once did.
The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
No war is inevitable until it breaks out.
You can find peace amidst the storms that threaten you.