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作者:浮游云中      更新:2024-04-07 11:54      字数:4693
  What brought it to pass?          What disaster took their reason away from
  men?      What whip lashed them to their knees in shame and submission?
  The worship of the word 〃We。〃
  When   men accepted that worship;   the structure of centuries   collaped
  about them; the structure whose every beam had come from the thought of
  some one man; each in his day down the ages; from the depth of some one
  spirit;   such   spirit  as  existed    but  for  its  own    sake。   Those      men   who
  survived those eager to obey; eager to live for one another; since they had
  nothing   else   to   vindicate   themthose   men   could   neither   carry   on;   nor
  preserve   what   they   had   received。   Thus   did   all   thought;   all   science;   all
  wisdom perish on earth。          Thus did men men with nothing to offer save
  their great number lost the steel towers; the flying ships; the power wires;
  all the things they had not created and could never keep。                 Perhaps; later;
  some men had been born with the mind and the courage to recover these
  things   which   were   lost;   perhaps   these   men   came   before   the   Councils   of
  Scholars。 They were answered as I have been answered and for the same
  reasons。
  But   I   still   wonder   how   it   was   possible;   in   those   graceless   years   of
  transition;   long   ago;   that   men   did   not   see   whither   they   were   going;   and
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  went on; in blindness and cowardice; to their fate。             I wonder; for it is hard
  for me to conceive how men who knew the word 〃I〃 could give it up and
  not know what they lost。         But such has been the story; for I have lived in
  the   City   of   the   damned;   and   I   know   what   horror   men   permitted   to   be
  brought upon them。
  Perhaps; in those days; there were a few among men; a few of clear
  sight and clean soul; who refused to surrender that word。 What agony must
  have been theirs before that which they saw coming and could not stop!
  Perhaps they cried out in protest and in warning。               But men paid no heed
  to their warning。      And they; these few; fought a hopeless battle; and they
  perished with their banners smeared by their own blood。 And they chose to
  perish; for they knew。 To them; I send my salute across the centuries; and
  my pity。
  Theirs is the banner in my hand。           And I wish I had the power to tell
  them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final; and their night was
  not without hope。 For the battle they lost can never be lost。 For that which
  they died to save can never perish。 Through all the darkness; through all
  the shame of which men are capable; the spirit of man will remain alive on
  this earth。    It may sleep; but it will awaken。 It may wear chains; but it will
  break through。 And man will go on。            Man; not men。
  Here   on   this   mountain;   I   and   my   sons   and   my   chosen   friends   shall
  build our new land and our fort。           And it will become as the heart of the
  earth; lost and hidden at first;  but beating; beating louder each day。 And
  word   of   it   will   reach   every   corner   of   the   earth。 And   the   roads   of   the
  world will become as veins which will carry the best of the world's blood
  to   my  threshold。 And   all   my  brothers;   and   the   Councils   of   my  brothers;
  will hear of it; but they will be impotent against me。                And the day will
  come when I shall break all the chains of the earth; and raze the cities of
  the enslaved; and my home will become the capital of a world where each
  man will be free to exist for his own sake。
  For the coming of that day shall I fight; I and my sons and my chosen
  friends。   For   the   freedom  of   Man。    For   his   rights。   For   his   life。 For   his
  honor。
  And here; over the portals of my fort; I shall cut in the stone the word
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  which is to be my beacon and my banner。                The word which will not die;
  should   we   all   perish   in   battle。 The   word   which   can   never   die   on   this
  earth; for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory。
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