'All Europe offered its children to him, it sacrificed education, art, happiness and all its hopes of future welfare to follow the clatter of his sabre. The monstrous worship of that old fool's "blood and iron" passed all round the earth. Until the atomic bombs burnt our way to freedom again. . . .'
'One thinks of him now as one thinks of the megatherium,' said one of the young men.
'From first to last mankind made three million big guns and a hundred thousand complicated great ships for no other purpose but war.'
'Were there no sane men in those days,' asked the young man, 'to stand against that idolatry?'
'In a state of despair,' said Edith Haydon.
'He is so far off--and there are men alive still who were alive when Bismarck died!' . . . said the young man....
--H. G. Wells, The World Set Free
We are mostly, secretly, optimists, here in this here genre. God help us all.
holyoutlaw on the path to growth as an artist. (as scientifically determined! with science!)
Lawrence Watt-Evans takes a orthagonal tack. (As for me, the sitting here talking about it thing is a vital part of my process and growth. I've come much farther in 5 years of writing in a community than I did in fifteen of writing in a cave, so to speak.)