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Jason sighed. "As you well know, the fabled Adam Smith system still rules today. Franklin Roosevelt suspended it temporarily. He was allowed to suspend it, because the oligarchy needed America to save its hide from Hitler, its own creation. But as soon as Roosevelt's body was in the grave in 1945, Adam Smith was back, and the destruction of America began anew. Today, the entire global financial and economic system is collapsing, thanks to Adam Smith. The system is collapsing, because there is no value left in the economic process. Every person in society is focused only on his or her little isolated self. There is no value being produced for society, when there is no universal economic development ongoing. Society collapses inwardly when this happens. As I said, there can be no economic development happening without the universal kiss. The universal kiss is the key-element. Your founding fathers called it the principle of the general welfare. What they really meant was the universal kiss. When that is missing, greed rules, and greed will rule for as long as no scientific and spiritual development is taking place by which the nation can reclaim its divine Soul, the very Soul that becomes reflected in its kiss for one-another. When greed rules the universal kiss is denied, shut out, and forgotten. That's what's happening in the world, Peter, and has been happening for a long time. That's why you were tempted to deny the existence of the universal kiss, and finance your project yourself. But let me tell you, the very thing that you are denying, is unfolding in this pub here with people from our beach. Here, the universal kiss is alive and unfolding in numerous ways. So, as you can see, a few of us have reclaimed our Soul. If you can do the same, Peter. Then your project will not fail, but succeed. But will you do it? That's the question that only you can answer."
Jason raised his beer mug after he said this. "Welcome to the foremost university on the planet," he added, and smiled. "Peter, I hope you realize that you are attending what may be the only university in existence that offers true humanist education today," he said in a solemn tone of voice, and grinned, hugging Lora to his side. "And Wreck Beach University charges no tuition."
"You must understand," said Lora, "that in the modern world, the demands for tuition have become inversely proportional to the value received. That's why our tuition is free at Wreck Beach University." She began to laugh.
We kept this kind of conversation up until two o'clock in the morning, interspersed with a lot of humor. Lora looked dead tired by then, and probably was so. We certainly were. Except we didn't have the luxury to go to sleep. We had to get back to the hotel, check out, drive to the airport to get onto the first plane to Seattle, and be there by eight in the morning, at the latest, to catch the air show transport back home. The whole affair became quite a mad rush, all the way.
When we got to Seattle, we arrived not a minute too soon. We were just in time to see the rear cargo hatch of the C-5 being closed and secured. They had moved the flight schedule forward by thirty minutes. Luckily the front hatch was still down. We practically ran on board while the front ramp was already lifting off the ground, and the first engine was being started.
"Turn Number One," as I remembered, the captain would have called.
"Number One at sixteen percent," the engineer would have replied.
As it turned out, there was no room for us on the upper deck. Every seat was taken. But who needed a seat? Not us! We found ourselves a soft spot in the cargo bay, in the back of the truck that carried the display center tent. The tent was folded into large flat bundles that resembled a giant mattress. But only God knew why they were taking the whole truck along onto the airplane. It made no sense to fly a heavy old truck around. Surely they must have trucks in Milwaukee, I thought, where we were going next. The thing puzzled me.
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