Carlos Ruiz Zafon . . .
I felt myself surrounded by millions of pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world outside the library seemed to be losing its memory day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.
The war crimes of the Bush Administration are being forgotten. Despite our efforts, truth and justice are sinking in an ocean of darkness, the world outside is losing its memory of those war crimes and forgetting about the people who suffered and died because of those crimes against humanity.
Don’t let them forget, don’t ever let them forget.
I have, like many other disabled veterans, suffered from the inadequate and often inept care provided by the Veterans Administration. I have, like many other disabled veterans, come to realize that our mental and physical wounds are of no interest to you, perhaps of no interest to any politician. We were used. We were betrayed. And we have been abandoned. You, Mr. Bush, make much pretense of being a Christian. But isn’t lying a sin? Isn’t murder a sin? Aren’t theft and selfish ambition sins? I am not a Christian. But I believe in the Christian ideal. I believe that what you do to the least of your brothers you finally do to yourself, to your own soul.
My day of reckoning is upon me. Yours will come. I hope you will be put on trial. But mostly I hope, for your sakes, that you find the moral courage to face what you have done to me and to many, many others who deserved to live. I hope that before your time on earth ends, as mine is now ending, you will find the strength of character to stand before the American public and the world, and in particular the Iraqi people, and beg for forgiveness.
The Truth must never be forgotten, the fallen must always be remembered, we must remember them all, we must remember what has been taken away and what still remains, and the meaning of it all, because remembrance is wisdom and wisdom is empowerment.
A million pages of lies have been written since 9/11 and they’re still being written, but the Truth still lives, its light shines on and we will change the world with it. The Truth is too big to fail. It’s within us, it’s all around us, there is soul power in it, spiritual strength in it, ultimate empowerment in it.
The most powerful forces in this world are the ones that cannot be seen, they cannot be bought and sold on stock exchanges, they cannot be filibustered or sequestered, they cannot be arrested by the police or negotiated away by that idiot in the Oval Office.
Those forces are awakening, and the Truth will be heard, it will be read, it ill be lived.
Every book has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
Every book has a soul, and every song has a soul, the soul of the songwriter who wrote it and the soul of those who hear it and sing it and live and dream with it. Every time it is sung, every time it is heard, its spirit grows and strengthens.
The spirit of Imagine is transcending, there is no limit to its appeal, no limit to the unity it can forge across this world, no limit to the emancipating power of its message, no limit to the enlightenment it brings.
Militarism is a legacy of ashes, imperialism is a legacy of dust. We aren’t pawns on the corporate chessboard of capitalism, we aren’t commodities, we aren’t cannon fodder, we are the People. We are the Soul Power of Change, we are the pages in the Book of Life and the music in the Song of Peace, we are the hope of the past and the promise of the future.
This is our world, and we are going to light every distant corner of it with the Truth, and the Truth will heal it and sanctify it, and greed and oppression and war will haunt us no more.
They’ll say I’m a dreamer.
They’ll say you’re a dreamer.
But we’re not the only ones . . .