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608 pages, Paperback
First published May 5, 2015
All politics is personal. It turns out all policy is personal, too. She’d thought once that policy was a rational thing. That it could be decided based on logic and analysis, optimized to maximize the likelihood of best outcomes, either for the world, the nation, or at least for one side or the other. But no. None of those could compete with the personal experience of one man.
I recently discussed with an intelligent and well-disposed man the threat of another war, which in my opinion would seriously endanger the existence of mankind, and I remarked that only a supra-national organization would offer protection from that danger. Thereupon my visitor, very calmly and coolly, said to me: “Why are you so deeply opposed to the disappearance of the human race?”
Yuguo grabbed for the controller they’d built, the controller for the electronic weapons, the ones that disabled tanks.
“WE HAVE TO RUN!” Lu Song shouted into his ear, over the deafening roar of explosions, of engines up above.
More gunfire, on the ground now.
He heard the crack and whoosh of Molotovs breaking, fireballs erupting.
He heard screams.
“NO!” Yuguo yelled, hunting through the menus, there must be something, something for helicopters.
“TANKS!” Zhi Li yelled, crouching down next to him.
Yuguo looked up. More tanks, pushing in from the end of the square. Dozens of tanks. He saw their turrets turning, heard massive booms.
He hit the button for the tanks.
The world exploded all around him.
Pain like he’d never known ripped through his body.
I have now reached the point where I may indicate briefly what to me constitutes the essence of the crisis of our time. It concerns the relationship of the individual to society. The individual has become more conscious than ever of his dependence upon society. But he does not experience this dependence as a positive asset, as an organic tie, as a protective force, but rather as a threat to his natural rights, or even to his economic existence. Moreover, his position in society is such that the egotistical drives of his make-up are constantly being accentuated, while his social drives, which are by nature weaker, progressively deteriorate. All human beings, whatever their position in society, are suffering from this process of deterioration. Unknowingly prisoners of their own egotism, they feel insecure, lonely, and deprived of the naive, simple, and unsophisticated enjoyment of life. Man can find meaning in life, short and perilous as it is, only through devoting himself to society.