In the world, votes generally come down to numbers. Is Life a matter of pecking order? Who has the right to say another is correct or incorrect? Your heart may say one thing and another’s heart something else, yet which of My Children insists on one way or the other. What is the difference between a squabble in first grade and a war in the adult world?
And so people line up, and choices are made, and someone wins, and someone else loses. The one who is called victorious — what has he won? Anything? Pride perhaps, yet what is pride but an empty promise? For a moment, he is prideful. His arm is raised for only a moment as winner. He will pass the winner’s cup on soon enough.
What is winning but another stamp of approval here today, I say, and gone tomorrow.
Even when Peace is won, what is the meaning? Forced surrender isn’t peace. Forced surrender isn’t so quiet. Forced surrender can be a brewing storm. Declaring Peace may not mean Peace, so what is the good of it? Does the world think that silenced uproar is the same as Peace? Peace has to be more than the absence of riot.
Only beautiful is beautiful. Declaring something beautiful is a declaration of beauty. You can declare righteousness or anything until you are blue in the face, yet what good is it?
You can declare fallacy true, yet fallacy remains fallacy.
No one needs to declare himself a Prince. Declaring doesn’t make it true.
I declare you a Prince. I speak Truth — yet when will you believe Me?