A world in which people look up at the sound of an engine in the sky or the sight of wings, and marvel, as they used to do, instead of wondering if a sinister machine has been sent to spy on them or kill them.
A world in which the idea of anarchists with little round bombs. hiding under every bed, is a cartoon, or an example of the gullible idiocy of our grandfathers, and not the basis of policy for a hundred governments.
There is a world next door.
A world in which people keep what they work for, accounting to no one for what they have, free to improve their lives and the lives of their children.