Water, Fire and Flower
By Professor Plinio Corręa de Oliveira (*)
I am taking a deep interest in the Polish question and I think the reader should too.
It is quite true that for many religious, historical,
ethnic, and geographical reasons
Perhaps a metaphor would be appropriate. Imagine that a man announced that he had found a way to pour water (yes, real water) on fire (yes, real fire) with no effect on either one. Imagine, furthermore, that he decides to do it in public. The city opens its principal stadium for the experiment. The bleachers and the whole field are crowded with curious onlookers. The experiment is carried out in what seems to be an undisputably authentic manner. In fact, large quantities of water poured over the fire disconcertingly drench the coals of the huge bonfire without extinguishing it. The water runs over the ground wetting the feet of the nearby spectators, who are entertained, enchanted, and enthused.
Some of them, however, are silent. They make no comments. They do not smile. They do not applaud. They do something much more lucid: They become suspicious.
Yes, they become suspicious; for if water really no longer puts out fire, everything in physics has to change. And therefore everything in the life of men and the whole universe has to be changed. Either this is true, or water still extinguishes fire — but if it does the art of deceit has reached an unimaginable height. And today deceiving whole multitudes would be just as feasible as it formerly was to trick a handful of rubes with the shell game. Again, if the art of deception has reached such a point, it is necessary to change everything.
I can see all over the world many people who smile, dance, and sing at the sight of this. For my part, I am one of those who are silent and suspicious. Has everything changed?
In what She is authentic and
infallible, the Holy Catholic Church has never changed, does not change, and
will never change. What, then, has changed? Out on the experimentation field,
that is, in
Yes, of the Kremlin, the den where
for decades they have been studying, planning, directing and carrying to
victory the most unimaginable of wars with the most fabulous of successes. I am
talking about revolutionary psychological warfare. It is wholly made of snares,
frauds, and ingenious theatrical ploys by which
In brief, revolutionary psychological warfare is a fabulous psychoprestidigitation. Poor Ali Baba, poor Alladin, poor magic lantern, how little they are in comparison with it.
Now, I see the mysterious power that wages this war
precisely at the vertex of the "Polish triangle." It seems to me that
In such circumstances, how can I not suspect that by taking the Polish experiment as an argument, communism is preparing to cry out to the men of the Twentieth Century: "Look, don't fear me. Everything has changed. I am water but I no longer put out the flame with my negations. I can keep myself in power without harming your affirmations in the least. My darkness can spread without prejudice to your light."
I see in a wide variety of countries and the most diverse occupations learned, illustrious, and experienced men who have rendered important services — about whose intentions I cannot here raise the least doubt. They applaud the words of the prestidigitator. They shake his hand. And so they participate in the festival of naive pacifism the Polish experiment is stirring up.
Now for the moral of the story.
According to the news in general, the
Oh, the flower… The Polish model… Oh! ooh!
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