It is my obligation, as one of a relatively small ration of the people who actually understood the deep-rooted passions which the evil done by President Obama has stirred among us since that President's inauguration, my obligation to explain the kinds of forces which are moving a great and growing mass of the citizens who have turned against Obama with a deep sense of having been profoundly betrayed by a hoaxster in whom they had been misguided into placing their hopeful trust as recently, it seemed, as a short time ago.
When a people has been betrayed in so monstrous a degree as President Obama has, so quickly, betrayed so many of the people of the United States now, the people yearn for the intervention of a power beyond their own means, which will rescue them from a spirit of evil which seems to them as having grabbed hold of the ruling powers of their society. They pray for succor; they cry for justice. In one fashion or another, they pray to God.
The God to whom they actually pray, is not some stranger from outside the universe, not a distant Heaven which no living person could know. They pray to a real God, whom they regard as inside the universe, reigning from within the same universe which we experience this side of death. They pray, ultimately, not to a visible God, but to His Presence which can be felt among us.
This is a God well known to the greatest intellects of science and of Classical artistic composition. It is a God known as an efficient presence; it is, in fact, the God who touched the spirit of Percy Bysshe Shelley, and the author of the modern principle of physical science, Gottfried Leibniz, in referring to a principle of dynamics which envelops the universe which we inhabit.
So, read a few words from the concluding paragraph of Percy Bysshe Shelley's "A Defence of Poetry."
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
It is dynamics in that sense, as the great physicist Albert Einstein wrote of the genius of the discovery of gravitation by Johannes Kepler, as knowing a universe which is (immediately) finite, but, infinitely, unbounded.
Sometimes, thus, when a people is strained to the limit, when despair envelops the sensibilities, as the vast majority of our despairing citizens are crying out now, their capacity to respond to a higher aspect of their inherent human nature, empowers them to hope, and in power of hope to recognize that they, as a people, are given the power to bestow, as if by a prayer, a rescue from evil for themselves.
- Lyndon Larouche
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