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Vox Populi Vox Dei

[It is the spontaneous utterance of the universal conscience. - Elihu Burritt, “The Empire of Public Opinion”] Remember that day, Elihu, when you stood at your forge as the earth shook underfoot. A steam-locomotive, come to change the world. Foot-traveler by choice, you walked out to see what was left after the passing of the Iron Dragon, and found a printing press already spreading the news. In not so many years, the Trans-Atlantic-Telegraph would spread it even faster. You imagined John of Patmos transported to your time, declaring there was no more sea to separate the continents, there was time no longer between the event and the whole globe’s knowing it. How quickly things can change, yet some things seem to ever stay the same. What word would you spread, Elihu? You say Slavery at last is dead. But War – destroyer of the soul – remains. Let the people speak. Let it be God’s word. Peace.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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