The Eternal Champion

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.

I stared at the water and saw the clouds reflected in it, saw them break to reveal the moon. It was the same moon I had known as John Daker. The same bland face could be made out staring down in contentment at the antics of the creatures of the planet it circled. How many disasters had that moon witnessed? How many foolish crusades? How many wars and battles and murders?

I felt sorry for him at that moment. He only wanted what every man wanted—freedom from fear, a chance to raise children with a reasonable certainty that they would be allowed to do the same, a chance to look forward to the future without the knowledge that any plans made might be wrecked forever by some sudden act of violence.

It’s getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I’ve drowned and be celebrating.

If the people at the top think that reaching for a gun will solve the problem, why shouldn’t the people at the bottom think the same?

There must be countless forms of love. Which is the form which conquers the rest? I cannot define it. I shall not try.