By now we have understood that we are not alone in the universe. In a moment such as this it behooves us to leave aside the old, habitual ways of thinking, of relating to one another, of communicating, of projecting our place in the universe, of holding vendetta against our brothers and sisters and their descendants.
Let me share with you a dream I had not long ago:
I found myself on a terrifying field of war standing before the temple of Mars Ultor. As I attempted to offer sacrifice at the temple, a vicious war dog suddenly appeared and charged at me, knocking me to the ground. As I regained my wits, I saw the war dog next to the sacrifice, turned away from me. The war dog urinated on the sacrifice. Unable to control myself at the sight, I began to laugh. At the sound of my laughter, the war dog turned toward me, no longer hostile and bellicose. I approached the majestic creature and, climbing on his back, set off on a long journey.
It is not clear to me that our kind will endure in the universe. Certainly if we continue in our old ways of being and doing, there is no hope at all. Let me repeat that: No hope at all.
We have heard the Prophet Jonah cry out: “Forty days and Nineveh will be no more!” You will recall that the people of Nineveh changed their ways and reformed their lives, sparing their magnificent city a most terrible fate.
Today I say to you: “Forty days and Nineveh will be no more!” The choice is ours. Either we change our ways or our kind will perish from the universe.
Lest all this seem too grim, I should say that when I asked Dante the Little Man what he thought would happen to the humans of Earth, he laughed and kissed my face.
I, too, am hopeful and confident that our tree will endure unto endless ages. May it be so.
December 7, 2016