"Now, with this in mind, let's explore what specifically causes this huge gap between our development as human beings, in comparison with the immense growth in our technological development," he said and paused.

      He looked around the great, silent hall.

      "I tell you what makes that difference," he said. "The difference is one of procedure. Our so-called moral procedures have choked off the renaissance spirit that once had rescued us from more than a thousand years of dark ages. Ninety-eight-percent of all people on this planet had been living as serves prior to the Renaissance, or as slaves, or as scum lower than slaves. All this ended when the pioneers of the Renaissance put a new image of man before the people, the image of a human being, an image that people had learned to love, and with it had learned to love themselves and one-another. This is how the lateral platform is coming to light. The amazing thing was that people had universally learned to love themselves in that higher image. They accepted a truth that they could feel in their heart. They began a self-development on the foundation of that idea. They indeed fought for this, and they developed the idea further and discovered the underlying principle of it. They discovered the principle of a wider love, the principle of universal Love. Out of that loving they created great art, beauty, poetry, drama, and music. They created a whole New World in which they could express the newfound reality of themselves and their fellow beings.

      "Much of this has disappeared," he continued. "Only now and then, and rarely at the grass roots level, can one find a few traces of it remaining. Some of that honesty of people with themselves, about our wonderful humanity, was reflected in the girls that we saw walking by at Alberto's pub. They were all beautiful in their appearance, in their manners, in the way they were dressed, and in the way they smiled and carried themselves proudly. They had some of that Renaissance spirit left. They were in love with themselves as beautiful, valuable, human beings. One could feel that self-love. It was reflected in their appearance. Naturally, it touched a kindred chord in my soul, as in everyone's, there. I fell in love with them. I embraced them in my thoughts. I feasted on that love that bound us together, even if it was but for a brief moment. I relished it. I opened my mind to it. Why should I have deprived myself of that, especially since there is so little of that left to be found? Why should have I barred my eyes and heart from making that connection from love to love? I was not exploiting them. I was not degrading them. I was merely acknowledging the beauty of their self-love. Naturally, that included an element of their sexuality, and so it should. After all, we are sexual beings. To deny that amounts to self-denial, and self-denial is the opposite of self-love. Self-denial takes us away from the truth. But that was reversed at Alberto's pub near the theatre. The lateral world was unfolding there that is cherished in the heart."

      Here Tony paused, and asked, "What about same-sex love? Should the love of a man for a man, or a woman for a woman, be invalid at the sexual level? What about it? If society's sexual intimacies existed exclusively for the purpose of procreation, and were never be entered into by anyone for any other reason, then same-sex intimacies would have no merit."

      He paused for a sip of water, then he asked the audience. "Is there anyone here who has never entered into sexual intimacies with another person other than for procreation?"

      He paused again. As no hands were raised, he continued.

      He spoke slowly now. "Since all of you have just indicated that sexual intimacies are not primarily entered into for procreation, which is probably true for the vast majority of these acts, then it doesn't make sense that these intimacies should be invalid in a same-sex environment since procreation isn't the main purpose anymore for having sexual intimacies with one-another as human beings. And what about extramarital intimacies.

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Stories about War from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche