Don't be worried, dear Martin: you are right, we who put off praying for decades stood there in the hall near the icon, near the rosary beads, the unopened Breviary imploring God to at least give us some answer. And so you were and are and it is wonderful to see a profoundly peace-loving and eminently religious man! But no, God has this all in hand. As I wrote to my friend Father Whyte last night, 'we prayed for peace and He gave us war,' - but then we have to look beyond this and see that God will deliver peace *in his own good time and in his own good way*.

Like - not before you and I have had this exchange; because somehow (we don't know why) it is important. I put Father Whyte onto Tippett's The Ice Break (suggest listening from 59' to the end; it's on YT) and drew attention to Hannah's 'Deeper and deeper,' very close to the end - the sublimest end of a musical work ever created (with the possible exceptions of the endings of the Franck Symphony and Sibelius' Seventh).

Let's continue our prayers, we are now linked, not only by our name! - And when one or two; or rather two or three (three seems to be the canonical number) are gathered together - that means either of us needs just one 'like'. Seriously, love can change the world.

There's a *technique* for it; that's what positivists don't understand. Sensitive people need to spend their days and nights racking their brains to find out what ways this might be feasible. Because such ways do exist. If once we invented the wheel, commissioned the Sistine Chapel, attended the premiere of The Messiah, the Spirit of Man can crack this, too.

I defined the need - again in my letter to Father Whyte - as, 'build a consensus for peace'. Naturally, I didn’t mean, 'for peace rather than for not-peace'; I meant a much more detailed and operational and nuanced and creative and media-savvy consensus as to what, in fact, we can do by samizdat and other techniques to enter into the hearts of all others on this planet, whom we must - without a single exception - call, and embrace as, brothers and sisters, whether they are virtual ; or (that rare thing!) *real* humans in our days and lives.

Yesterday Javier, a teacher in Mexico, went so far as to send me a hug. It sounds so much nicer in Spanish, 'abrazo'.

These communities of caring and loving people whom we'll only meet in heaven one day, they are here now and constutute the near-at-hand tools for what shall be the greatest magnificent surge of the human heart since the days when Chartres Cathedral was erected in the golden cornfields of France.

Let's all start this - and now!