Beacon upon a hill, city upon a hill, a lighthouse for those lost at sea, light penetrating the perpetual dark void — these analogies derived from our great western peaks — ancient Greece, ancient Rome, and the Renaissance. America, from sea to shining sea, devoured by night. I scan the ”Human” Earth, but I am unable to find a source of light.
Imagine a piece of land within American boundaries that is unspoiled and fertile like an intelligent Spring virgin. A bountiful fresh river runs down her curves and into the mighty Pacific. Powerful and robust she thrusts upwards high above the surf. She is cloaked in fog that eventually gives way to the penetrating sun. Hawks ride the thermals above looking down on her bounty. Orcas cruise her shores in search of a Salmon feast. Massive Grizzlies wade through her river gorging on the Salmon that escaped the Orca patrols. She provides for noble beasts and has no place for mediocrity. Here is a place for man to light a spark and start anew. Here is a place for the re-birth of the “American Dream”, land of the free, home of the brave.
The old, decaying and decadent, worn down by good ideas gone bad, find the strength within to sacrifice and provide for the liberation – resources, money, capital, and no boundaries. Build the city on this noble slice of virgin land and invite the young, the best and brightest in soul, mind, and form, regardless of color, language, or country. Let them design their own architecture, constitution, laws, philosophy, ideals of true “value”. Let them live with and amongst the Hawk, the Grizzly, and the Orca on equal footing.
Provide for them in the short-term, as though they were merely a child, and give them time to develop and mature. Protect this little city, a country within a country, from the darkness that surrounds her border. Free them of all economic and political burdens. Once the time is right, cut the cord that feeds them, and let their independent genius flourish. They will become the beacon upon a hill, a symbol for all to see, or they will fail and leave the world for the Orca, Grizzly, or Hawk to define. Part of me wishes for failure.