"Would you say that this is a fair estimate?" said Wai-yi Chan quietly to us all while we were sitting at her lookout ledge high above our home city.

      Steve simply smiled in reply. Heather hugged her. I answered with a kiss. Sylvia silently handed her a small wild rose and kissed her. She called it the Rose of China. Ushi commented on it, and said that it was the Rose of Love. Ross said it was the Rose of the New Law that was poised to transform the world. Fred agreed, but he called it, The Champagne Rose, representing a discovery that one should celebrate with open eyes and open hearts. Tony called the rose, the Rose of the Winds that carry its fragrance to encircle the world. Giovanni called it the Rose of Truth that had opened its pedals heralding a new age for humanity. Dagmar and Alison called it the Royal Rose of the Kingdom of the New Law, ruled by the twin principles of universal love and universal sovereignty. Mai-seong looked at the rose and said that in the end, it is after all but a rose. She said that it was our love, the love of all of us together, in respect of the bond that we had built, what gives that rose those wonderful special meanings that we had attributed to it. So, she concluded that the real beauty and the meaning of the rose are found in us and was coming alive in us. I suggested that we should let the rose unfold in our harts to symbolize the all-embracing unity of good.

       Here, Wai-yi's face lit up with a smile. She suggested that our boat should be given an additional name that reflects the symbol of our grand realization of the all-embracing unity of good. She suggested that out boat should be called, Lu Rose, The Lodging for the Rose.

      We all agreed that this was a wonderful idea. And so it was done.

      Actually it wasn't exactly done that way. The ship's existing record was removed from the registry as though it had sunk. Then the ship was re-registered under its new the name of, Lu Rose. With the fondi's concurrence the registration was put under my own new Chinese name of Hsi-sheng Lee. So it was that a ship by the name of "China Sea Angel" was terminated in the public records as though it had sank beneath the sea. The CIA would never be able to trace it now, should they ever make the connection. The same also happened to my American name. My passport carried only my new name. The old existed no more. Steve suggested that the renaming of our ship was a good idea. "It buys us a little more time," he said, "but you are not save yet, not even here, not until the world is safe." Then he added. "One day that will all happen."

      "When will that be?" I asked Steve later that day as we shared a sunny afternoon together on the top deck. From our lakeside dock, Lu Mountain towered in the background. "When will the promise of the mountain be fulfilled?" I added.

      "The promise will be fulfilled when the work is done," Steve replied. "You will know when this time has come, my friend, when all the nuclear missiles and bombs have been eliminated from the face of the earth. That will be our sign. Then we can begin to talk about a New World." He spoke in a serious tone now.

      "This may never happen, Steve."

      "Then we will never be save," he replied. He said that China is our last place of refuge in the world. "We are respected here, and we will be safe here for a while, but who knows for how long? For as long as the fondi rule, or whoever would take their place, we are not safe. We have stuck our neck out, and now they are shooting at us. Our only hope is to defeat them before they defeat us all. When the nuclear weapons are gone, then we will know that the fondi rule no more. Until then, we have work to do. A lot of work."

      "We should not have shut the SDI down, but pushed it through as a cooperative effort, just the way it was designed to be, and fight the fondi at the same time," I suggested.

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