The moral and political urgency to evaluate human relations impels us to complete the philosophic research, publish and establish the standards of civilization uniformly throughout all the people of the world. More than a few key elements, a worldview of reason and right is now the alternative to racial extinction by our own hands through war and pollution. Folly though it is, it has become an industrial affair, a juggernaut that must be tamed and reined in. The poor philosopher today faces a mad world of disregard, dismissal, pretermission and implied menace. Like Jesus he is judged guilty of a faux pas, a violation of bourgeois standards as he denies the right to be wrong, and denies the effort to base civilization on war, on the logical grounds whose necessity he sees, that civilization must have a wholesome foundation, not in what is universally illegal and criminal — a dynamic of wrong against wrong that leads to death and ruin. Horribly, the mass consensus is to imitate others’ behavior, and thus return harm for harm. Even if no one else thinks so, he must adhere to the correction of that un-philosophic, amoral, anti-political dementia. Humanity’s survival demands that he provide the seed from which will grow the life of a species of enlightened, sapient, animate beings. He knows all will agree with this goal, to realize our natural gift, our birthright, the gift of nature by whatever description, metaphor or otherwise you may prefer, and questions of words aside. Let those who see the situation take up the task and do not wait to be the last, and do not wait until it can be done by imitation of the appearances of others.
    Then how beautiful is what unfolds beneath the pencil guided by philosophic wisdom. How thrilling it feels, the heavens sing. Angelic voices whisper in the silence of their eternal presence across the ages to all man’s heritage, of no question being wholly new, of the precious gifts installed in what seem free and arbitrary customs actually based on heights of rare insight born of extraordinary and forgotten desperation. There were real feelings in those moments of history when the contest of sel-fright over others was lost and the choice was to die for the selfish standpoint or to live with kindness and generosity from within. Thus man became the consenting child of that which created him and joined not to battle and contest with other men, women and children but to help and relate in a socially acceptable manner. The idiocy, unspeakable and powerless, remains a residue, disassociated, as man rises to stand upright above the all-extending dirt, to walk with brother and sister, baptized. Then it is, truly, to be human — truly at last — human at last.
    Remember that the best source of information is within you in yourself. Only let me help you with the method, and only to the extent that it is not my invention but common to us both and to all, invariable and universal. Then I speak to you of a gift of genius you are to find in the fruition of your common human intelligence, that does not close with a book, but goes with you everywhere and forever.