An essay that made me think:

December 23, 2010

Sometimes I wonder about the merits of war and the intentions of nations. Do they really have the best intentions of common man at heart when they begin a conflict or is it merely a game of chess for the benefit of a failing economy. The reason why I wonder this is probably quite poignant given the current escalation of madness in Korea! I think big Winston sums up the madness quite well in his essay below written in 1937.

MANKIND IS CONFRONTED BY ONE SUPREME TASK

By Winston S. Churchill. New of the World, 14 November 1937Copyright Mr. Winston S. Churchil.

In an earlier article I have tried to outline some of the more formidable scientific powers which now rest in the hands of man, or are about to be seized by him. Clearly, if things go on as they are, the human race is about to be subjected to processes of change more rapid and more fundamental than anything that has occurred in all history. In the next fifty years mankind will make greater progress in mastering and applying natural forces than in the last million years or more. That is a fearsome thought. And the first question we must ask ourselves is, ‘Are we fit for it? Are we worthy of all these exalted responsibilities? Can we bear this tremendous strain?’

Hitherto everyone has eagerly welcomed scientific discovery. We see the mass of the nation in the enjoyment of so many comforts and facilities of which the rich and powerful never dreamed a hundred years ago. We travel with incredible speed. Already we grumble if aeroplanes only go at 120 miles an hour. We speak to each other across dark distances by waves in the ether. Millions of people own and enjoy motor-cars and motor-bicycles. The poor man in his cottage can hear each night concerts or news from every capital in Europe. The cinema not only presents the millions with lively amusement, but also revives the pageant of the past and portrays the finest stories the world has ever told.

Behind these incidents, which could be multiplied indefinitely, lie grand, marvellous discoveries like chloroform and antiseptics,and all the other improved methods of preserving health and curing disease. Naturally, we have sat grateful to science for these inestimable gifts, which increase the pleasures and reduce the pains of human existence.

But science does not only concern itself with beneficent discoveries. The whole apparatus of scientific slaughter on a vast scale is being perfected and expanded day and night. The wars of the future will involve whole nations. Men and women, young and old, all will be under the flail. Not only shells and bombs will fall upon our heads, but poison gas will burn and stifle us. Even pestilence may be spread far and wide, and met by preventive inoculation. A hideous kind of warfare may be waged by scientists commanding armies of innumerable microbes whichwill fight for and against us in the battlefield of our own unhappy bodies.

When we reflect upon these shocking possibilities we may not feel so proud and happy about all that science has done and is going to do in the lifetime of most of those who will read this page. The achievements of science in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries were not necessary to the happiness, virtue or glory of mankind. Endless possibilities of moral and mental improvement were open to us without any of the blessings or conveniences which we now enjoy. It is above all essential that the man and woman of today should realize upon how much lower a plane science stands than that of manners and morals. It is far more important, for instance, to speak the truth one self than to possess the most wonderful wireless set. It is much better to be kind and merciful than to whirl about in our fastest motorcars. It is far more splendid to keep one’s word and be considerate towards other people than to be able to fly. Justice ranks far above steam. An upright, fearless judge renders a more exalted service than the cleverest inventor. Freedom is worth far more than electricity. The rights of the individual, a happy home and family, such as have existed even under hard, bleak conditions, are incomparably more precious than any amount of wonderful organization.

In so far as we can have both these sets of alternatives which I have contrasted, let us rejoice; but we shall fall indeed on evil days if we are forced to lose the old for the sake of the new. All this terrific material progress is really only valuable in so far as it liberates the innate goodness of the human heart. It would be not a blessing but a curse if it rolled forward uncontrolled by the moral principles of simple decent men and women. It can never be our salvation. It may be our doom.

Take this wonderful conquest of the air. Men able to fly! The dream of thousands of years realized! The magic carpet of the Arabian Nights in full activity at reasonable prices. We are forced to ask this question – Will the aeroplane end war, or will it end civilization? Are we the children of a glorious epoch advancing into the fullness of our inheritance, or are we simply a gang of squalid mischievous urchins who have got hold of firearms and raided the local laboratory for some tubes of typhus bacilli! Are we moving forward into a paradise of earthly delights where there will be enough for all, where the load of carking care about the means of existence – food, shelter, and clothing – will be lifted from the whole human race; or are we simply plunging into a senseless hell where all the treasures and joys of ordinary life will be calcined?

Broadly speaking, this is the supreme issue which now confronts us. We ought to think about it. Is it our power to decide? In my browner hours I sometimes doubt it. But then, one must always hope; for there is nothing so useless and so cowardly as despair.One must always try. It may not be in our power to decide the immediate future of the world, but it is our right and duty to choose – and to choose well.

Clearly we are beset by strange, unexampled hazards. I recur to this potent aeroplane from which will fall either blessings or cursings, glory or shame. In twenty years if there is no war,perhaps sooner, mankind will have found a way to control and destroy the raiding aeroplane. The ground will be stronger than the air. States will no longer quake at the whirring of these anarchist engines. We shall sleep as safely in our beds as our grandfathers were wont to do. The noble side of science will havecaught up its criminal side. By many kinds of devices now being groped for we shall claw down from the skies the flying miscreant.

But shall we have the time? Never was such a near-run race, and never were the stakes so high. War in the next few years might easily lead to a few wicked men being able to destroy wisdom,culture, tradition, and all the material prosperity we have been able to build. But if there is no war for ten or fifteen years it is my firm conviction that the peril from the skies will be averted,and that the discovery of the art of flying will be inscribed among the great advancements and triumphs of mankind, instead of being its ruin. But are we going to have this ten or fifteen years?

The story of the human race is war. Except for brief and precarious interludes, there has never been peace in the world; and before history began, murderous strife was universal and unending. But up to the present time the means of destruction at the disposal of man have not kept pace with his ferocity. Reciprocal extermination was impossible in the Stone Age. One can not do much with a clumsy club. Besides, men were so scarce and hid so well that they were hard to find. They fled so fast that they were hard to catch. Human legs could only cover a certain distance each day. With the best will in the world to destroy his species, each man was restricted to a very limited area of activity. It was impossible to make any effective progress on these lines. Meanwhile, one had to live and hunt and sleep. Soon the balance the life-forces kept a steady lead over the forces of death, and gradually tribes, villages, and governments were evolved.

The effort at destruction then entered upon a new phase. War became a collective enterprise. Roads were made which facilitated the movement of large numbers of men. Armies were organized. Many improvements in the apparatus of slaughter were devised. In particular the use of metal, and above all steel, for piercing and cutting human flesh, opened out a promising field. Bows and arrows, slings, chariots, horses and elephants lent valuable assistance.

But here again another set of checks began to operate. The governments were not sufficiently secure. The armies were liable to violent internal disagreements. It was extremely difficult to feed large numbers of men once they were concentrated, and consequently the efficiency of the efforts at destruction became fitful and was tremendously hampered by defective organization.Thus again there was a balance on the credit side of life. The world rolled forward, and human society entered upon a vaster and more complex age. It was not until the dawn of the twentieth century of the Christian era that war really began to enter into its kingdom as the potential destroyer of the human race.

Certain sombre facts emerge, solid, inexorable, like the shapes of mountains from drifting mist. It is established that hence forward whole populations will take part in war, all doing their utmost, all subjected to the fury of the enemy. It is established that nations who believe their life is at stake will not be restrained from using any means to secure their existence. It is probable – nay, certain- that among the means which will next time be at their disposal will be agencies and processes of destruction wholesale, unlimited, and perhaps, once launched, uncontrollable.

Mankind has never been in this position before. Without having improved appreciably in virtue or enjoying wiser guidance, it has got into its hands for the first time the tools by which it can unfailingly accomplish its own extermination. That is the point in human destinies to which all the glories and toils of men have at last led them. They would do well to pause and ponder upon their new responsibilities.

Death stands at attention, obedient, expectant, ready to serve,ready to shear away the people en masse; ready, if called on, to pulverize, without hope of repair, what is left of civilization. He awaits only the word of command. He awaits it from a frail, bewildered being, long his victim, now – for one occasion only -his master.

It is evident that where as an equally-contested war under such conditions might work the ruin of the world, and cause an immeasurable diminution of the human race, the possession by one side of some overwhelming scientific advantage would lead to the complete enslavement of the unwary party. Not only are the powers now in the hands of man capable of destroying the life of nations, but for the first time they afford to one group of civilized men the opportunity of reducing their opponents to absolute helplessness.

In barbarous times superior martial virtues – physical strength, courage, skill, discipline – were required to secure such a supremacy; and in the hard evolution of mankind the best and fittest stocks came to the fore. But no such saving guarantee exists today. There is no reason why a base, degenerate, immoral race should not make an enemy far above them inquality the prostrate subject of their caprice or tyranny, simply because they happened to be possessed at a given moment of some new death-dealing or terror-working processand were ruthless in its employment.

The liberties of men are no longer to be guarded by their natural qualities, but by their dodges; and superior virtue and valour may fall an easy prey to the latest diabolical trick.


70% of the Repertoire & Books!

January 8, 2008

Having recently commenced this quest to listen to my music collection from start to finish, (well ok whats a few months between friends). I have discovered a new found joy for reading as well as a bemusement for the TV.

The TV is a great companion for those who want anaesthetic for the soul. I feel however that my new project of ipod mania has been a form of detox from the drug which most households in the UK have as the focus point of their living room.

Now as the ipod experiment has continued I have had to adapt to accomodate my own sanity. As my ipod was initially congested with Podcasts, Audiobooks and Italian Lessons. I have had to change my listening to actually attempt to achieve what I set out to do. The idea initially was to listen to the music on my ipod, as I was concerned that some of it had never been listened too, while other bits of it had not had a fair hearing.

So as the Beach Boys take me over the 70% mark and as I am yet to make a decision on whether to listen to the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy Audiobooks or at a point where I am listening to them. I now have a new challenge what book do I read next?

Recent highlights have included:

  • Bringing Down the House – Ben Mezrich (A present from over a year ago)
  • Peter Kays Autobiography (A present from last Christmas , I know and my friends have an inkling why this was purchased. Not a bad read either).
  • Tescopoly – Andrew Simms. (Another present anyone see a pattern. Ironically I guess this book now makes me think when I shop in TESCO’s).

Another book which wouldn’t fit into the above category and also wasn’t a present:

  • How to end poverty in your life time – Jeffrey Sachs.(The topic of course interests me, however this book would safely bore the g8 leaders to be quietly content at their lack of effort, and rest on their laurels due to how dull it was).

Now to the real important part:

I have quite a few books to get through that are in the office as well as those that my mother posted through my door today after being at a closing down sale.

So as the books were being shortlisted the more I thought about this. The more I began to think about where I would be in my own journey over the next few weeks and what would be important to help me focus along the way. Was I going on a journey to the centre of the Earth, (Jules Verne). Did I want to be the Last Mohican? (Cooper), or did I want a bell to toll for me? (Hemingway). Looks like Churchill giving me a Finest Hour will be an ample diet for my grey matter over the coming weeks!


Taking Churchill To The Ends of The Earth and Back!

December 25, 2007

Christmas to me over the last two weeks has not felt like Christmas. Today I was asked by an alcoholic would he be, “staying for Christmas dinner.” Now at first this guy wanted me to laugh as I do everytime I meet him out of politeness at his jokes. This time his eyes managed to cut more than skin deep!

For me CHristmas day is about having a meal with the family unit. Mum having a sherry which somehow each year gives the cooking that festive edge. Followed by a fire, a debate about which TV channel, followed by my father getting his way and then snoring throughout the entirety of his selection.

Christmas is not going into TESCO’s on Saturday and realising that if the fruit section had airmiles equivalent to its journey from source, our family may as well have a barbi on Bondi Beach. Nor is it going to TESCO’s to see trolley rage in its finest hour. Women who possess a new weapon to accompany their handbag. When a middle aged woman has to get to the “frozen prawns”, and she doesn’t make eye contact. You know its either you step aside or end up surveying frozen peas from a whole new angle.

Christmas is not about sitting down to a table and eating until the first person has indigestion and then continuing until a gluttony champion is declared.

Christmas is not designed by Debenhams and our local shopping centre is not the, “centre of Christmas”.

Christmas has been a day set aside to celebrate a gift from God, i.e. his son, and this should be the centre of Christmas. Funny enough often wondered why his name was in the middle of it.

Christmas should be about goodwill and peace to all men as well. Tomorrow as I have known all week I will have difficulty in being at peace at the table knowing that my friend wanted to be in hospital just to get his dinner.

Tomorrow as I open my gifts from my family, use my new potato masher, (cheers bro), and sit down at the table with the meal I have prepared. I will be thankful for the chances that I have had over the last year and the opportunity to bring Churchill to the end of the earth and back!


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