Paul Valery (1871-1945) writes these words. I first hear them from NSA member Robert Mayer Evans in 1984. He repeats this piercing quote several times during his general session speech at my first NSA Convention. I cannot forget them. They sear my heart.

On September 11 2001 your future changes forever. Your future twists into a new and undesired shape. There is fear in hearts of your clients and customers. How secure is their future now. And future of their children. This persists into indefinite future.

If you are in United States of America, as about 75% of my readers are, you know you're not protected by Atlantic and Pacific oceans any more. Not now. Not ever again. You know that perverted and malicious villains, our mortal enemies who gleefully shatter our innocence and destroy lives and futures, are among us now.

They do not share our values and principles. They are jealous of our freedoms. They would destroy Western culture as we know and cherish it. The targeted symbols in USA are just start of their inhumane, cruel, and vicious intentions.

About fifteen years ago I had pleasure of teaching a young woman who was one of most gifted high school seniors I have ever met. Not only was she brilliant in Math and Science, but she was also extremely talented in visual arts. She could draw and paint beautifully. When Audrey graduated from university she did so with two degrees, one in fine arts and one in biochemistry. Not too many people shine brilliantly in two such different areas of study. She was gifted.

Just before her highschool graduation Audrey presented me with a wonderful gift. It was a water colour painting of a mother and her infant. A tear fell from mother’s eye as she looked lovingly at her precious child. Beneath painting Audrey had written these words: “The love of God becomes real when, through me, it touches another.” What a beautiful gift from such a sensitive, talented woman. I immediately had piece of art framed and hung in my office.

Years passed with many moves from one office to another. Somewhere in process of changing locations I lost painting of mother and child. I had no idea how I lost it or where it was and had given up hope of ever seeing it again.