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Originally Posted by Ishmael
I wish we had world peace.
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Granted!
All conflict is instantly abandoned.
One by one political divisions become blurred and then disappear altogether. People
stop worrying where the borders of their countries are and all walls and fences are
removed. Before long the terms "country" or "nation" cease to exist.
Prisons across the world release the last of their inmates and courtrooms gather dust
as museums to the "old days" when man was still capable of harming fellow man.
The conflict on the economic battlefield of business dies away and soon no one put
any more value in a $50 note than they would to a pebble on the beach. With this,
the conflicts of jealousy, want and greed evaporate and the idea that one can
"have" something that is not in your hands or belly seams alien and illogical.
The world has entered a golden age where the products of human kind fund then
befit of human kind and not the struggle of nations, economies or religions. It is a
world of innocence. There is no reason not to trust anyone as no one has any
motive to be dishonest.
However, Ishmael, you find one person you are not sure you can trust. Can you
trust your self? For weeks now you have been hiding things, keeping them for your
self. You started with some of the villages supply of fruit, stashing plumbs away in a
box under your bed to eat later instead of leaving them in to store house for people
to eat as they wanted them. When people noticed they thought you where just a little
excentric. You know it wasn't eccentricity. You wanted those plumbs. Just like
you wanted to shout at your friend's brother, Keenan, when he accidentally woke
you up, drunk the week before. Of course, at first he didn't understand when you
shouted at him, that kind of thing hasn't happened in the world for many, many
years. Any other person would have just cursed their own bad luck and got back to
sleep, but not you, you cursed him, told him to stay the hell out of your room.
For a while he stood, staring bemused at your outburst, swaying slightly with the
unlabeled bottle of whiskey in his hand. And then you saw something in his face that
made you stop shouting and fixed your gaze into his eyes.
You saw that you had hurt him. You had become the first person to hurt another
human since anyone could remember. It was as if by stumbling into your room he had
stumbled in to all the evils that no longer existed in the world. With in you, Ishmael,
he had found a Pandora's box, birming full of all natural conflict, hatred and jealousy
that has sparked a million ancient wars, murders and immoralities of the old world.
Keenan dropped the bottle of whiskey and fled out of your room, howling in misery as
you stood unable to speak as you realised the horror of what you where and the damage
you could do to the world. It doesn't take you long to decide that you have
to make sure that you can not allow your self to risk letting the evils in your nature
back into the world. You pick up the whiskey bottle from the floor, rip out some
electric cable from the computer in the corner and begin to drink as you tie the
noose that will save the world.
I wish for a little more time to live and experience the world. A few lifetimes should do.