21.1.12

True families create true people

True families create true people


My Wife, Hak Ja Han Moon

The first time I saw my wife, she was a young girl of fourteen
and had just graduated from elementary school. She was
a quiet girl who never raised her voice and never sought
to bring attention to herself. She always took the same route to
and from the church. When she was first introduced to me, I was
told she was the daughter of one of our church members, Mrs.
Soon Ae Hong.
“What is your name?” I asked her.
“My name is Hak Ja Han,” she answered with a clear voice.
In that moment, before I knew what was happening, I said, “So Hak
Ja Han has been born in Korea!” I said this three times in repetition,
and then prayed, saying, “God! Thank you for sending to Korea such a
wonderful woman as Hak Ja Han.”
I then looked at her, and said: “Hak Ja Han, I’m afraid you are going
to have to do a lot of sacrificing.”
All of these words came out of my mouth spontaneously. Later, Mrs.
Hong told me that she thought it strange that I would say the same
thing three times after meeting her daughter for the first time. My wife
has told me that she also remembers that first, short meeting. She told
me she remembers everything that I said then as if I had delivered a
sermon just for her, and she kept it in her heart. She said she felt like
she had received an important revelation about her future that she
could not forget.
Her mother was from a faithful Presbyterian family, so she was raised
in a Christian home. Her hometown was Jungju, which is my hometown
as well, but she had lived in Anju until coming to South Korea during
the Korean War. When Mrs. Hong first began attending our church, she
lived a very faithful life in Chuncheon and raised her daughter strictly.
My wife attended a nursing school that was operated by the Catholic
Church. I am told that the rules of this school were so strict that it was
as if she were living in a convent. She had a gentle character, and during
the time she was raised by her mother, she never went anywhere except
to school and to our church.
I was forty at the time, and I sensed that the time had come for
me to marry. All I needed to do was wait for God to tell me, “The
time has come, so get married,” and I would do as I was told. Seung
Do Ji, an elderly woman in our church, began an effort in October
1959 to prepare for my engagement, even though there was still no
bride-to-be. Another church member who had been praying for
seven years about a wife for me told me one day that she had had a
dream in which she saw that Hak Ja Han was my wife.
Another church member, Mrs. Ji, told me about a strange dream she
had. “What kind of dream is this?” she exclaimed. “I saw hundreds of cranes
come flying. I tried to wave them away with my arms, but they kept coming
and they finally covered you with their white feathers. Is this some kind of
omen for the future?” The “Hak” in Hak Ja Han is the Chinese character
for crane.
Then, Hak Ja Han had a dream in which I appeared and told her,
“The day is near, so make preparations.” My wife later told me that in
her dream she said to me in a humble tone, “I have been living until
now in accordance with the will of God. In the future, as well, I will
follow God’s will as His servant, no matter what that will may be.”
A few days after my bride-to-be had this dream, I asked Mrs. Hong
to bring her daughter to me. This was our first meeting since I had
been introduced to her at age fourteen. That day, I asked this young
lady many questions. In every case, she responded with composure
and spoke clearly. In this meeting, I asked my wife to draw a picture.
Without hesitation, she picked up a pencil and started drawing on a
sheet of paper. When she had finished and placed her picture before
me, I was very impressed by what I saw. I then looked at her face, and
her shy expression was very beautiful. Her heart was as wonderful as
the picture she had drawn.
We were engaged on March 27, 1960, and had our marriage ceremony
barely two weeks later, on April 11. I did not set a date at the time but when
I called Miss Han several days later, I told her, “Tomorrow morning, we
will have a marriage ceremony.” She responded simply, “Is that so?” and did
not ask any questions or try to speak in opposition. She seemed incapable
of opposition. That was how pure and gentle she was. Then as now, when it
comes to the will of God, she has a strong determination.
I wore a samo-kwandae, the formal dress of court officials now
commonly used in traditional wedding ceremonies, and she wore
traditional Korean attire that included a jok-dori bridal tiara. My
bride, who was seventeen and more than twenty years younger than
I, looked confident and radiant with her tightly closed lips and
pretty face.
During the ceremony, I told my bride that she was about to embark
on a difficult course.
“I think you are already aware that marrying me will not be like any
other marriage. We are becoming husband and wife to complete the
mission given to us by God to become True Parents, and not to pursue
the happiness of two individuals, as is the case with other people in this
world. God wants to bring about the Kingdom of Heaven on the earth
through a true family. You and I will travel a difficult path to become
True Parents who will open the gates to the Kingdom of Heaven for
others. It is a path that no one else in history has traveled, so even I
don’t know all that it will involve. During the next seven years, you will
experience many things that will be difficult to endure. Don’t forget,
even for a moment, that the life we live is different from others. Don’t
do anything, no matter how trivial, without first discussing it with me,
and obey everything I tell you.”
She responded, “My heart is already set. Please do not worry.”
I could see in her expression that she had made a strong determination.
Her difficult challenges began the day after our marriage. The first
difficulty she faced was that she could not see her mother. My wife, her
mother, and her maternal grandmother were all only daughters. As a
result, the relationship between mother and daughter was particularly
strong. In order to take on her public mission and develop the proper
focus, I asked her to live what amounted to an ascetic life for three years.
That meant she could not see her mother or any of her relatives for three
years. She lived in a room rented from a church member. She came to
the church no more than once a day, usually in the evening. So as not to
create disruption, she left through the back door. I was often involved in
worship services or praying through the night and was rarely at home,
but the separation was not for practical reasons. The separation was to
establish a spiritual condition of unconditional devotion to her mission.
As the outrageous rumors about me continued to circulate, this
separation from her relatives and me made it even more difficult for my
young wife to endure.
At the time of our marriage, the Unification Church already had
been established in 120 communities around Korea. Even in our
church, however, there were those who were critical of our marriage.
Some envied her, some hated her, and many stories circulated.
As if that were not enough, she lived in someone else’s home. Older
women of our church followed me everywhere I went. Eventually, my
seemingly cold treatment of my wife brought an end to all the criticism
and envy against her. In fact, people began to sympathize with her. For
example, many members criticized me when I couldn’t go to see my
wife even though she was suffering postpartum illness and was shivering
in an unheated room after the birth of our first daughter. Some of
them said, “How can he even call himself her husband?”
“You’re going too far, sir,” I was told. “If you married her, you should
live with her. What are you doing, making it difficult for her even to see
your face?”
The people who had been criticizing my wife one by one began to
take her side instead.
In spite of her young age, it was necessary that my wife receive
harsh training. During the time we lived together, her environment
was relentless. She never had even a single free moment for herself.
She constantly was on edge, as if she were walking on a thin layer of
ice, wondering, “Will today be peaceful? Will tomorrow be peaceful?”
Because she had to attain God’s standard of motherly love, I corrected
her for even a single wrong word. Sometimes even her affection for
me had to be curtailed for the sake of her eternal mission. It was all
necessary for her to become True Mother, but I am sure it caused much
grief in her heart.
I might say a word in passing and not think much of it. She, however,
had to harmonize herself with my every word, so I am sure her suffering
was great. It took us seven years to conform ourselves to each
other. I relate these things because the most important thing in a marriage
relationship is trust. It is what makes it possible for two people to
become as one.

An Incomparable Inner Beauty

My wife and I made a promise to each other after we were
married. We agreed that no matter how upset or angry one
of us might become, we would not allow anyone to think,
“It looks like Reverend and Mrs. Moon had a fight.” We agreed that no
matter how many children we might have, we would not let them see
any sign that we might have had a fight. Children are God. Children are
God with very small hearts. So when a child says, “Mom!” and calls, you
must always answer, “What is it?” with a smile.
After going through such a harsh course for seven years, my wife
became a wonderful mother. All the gossip about her disappeared, and
a peaceful happiness came to our family. My wife gave birth to fourteen
children, and she has embraced each one with so much love. When she
is away from home on our speaking tours and mission life, she sends
letters and postcards to our children every day.
While it was difficult for her to raise fourteen children over the
course of over forty years, she never complained. Several times I had to
be overseas when my wife was about to give birth. She had to bear such
times alone. There were days when I could not do anything for her. Once
a member wrote me about her difficult financial situation. There was
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concern over whether she was getting sufficient nutrition. Even then,
my wife never complained about her difficulty. Because I sleep only two
or three hours a night, she has dutifully done the same throughout our
life together. These sorts of matters pain me to this day.
My wife has such a tremendous heart of love and care that she even
gave her wedding ring to someone in need. When she sees someone in
need of clothes, she buys that person clothes. When she comes across
someone hungry, she buys the person a meal. There have been many
times when we have received presents from others that she would give
away to someone else without even opening them. Once we were touring
the Netherlands and had a chance to visit a factory that processed
diamonds. Wanting to express my heart of regret toward my wife for all
her sacrifices, I bought her a diamond ring. I didn’t have much money,
so I couldn’t buy her a large one. I picked out one I liked and presented
it to her. Later, she even gave away that ring. When I saw the ring wasn’t
on her finger, I asked her, “Where did the ring go?”
She answered, “You know by now I can’t keep something like that
when someone has a greater need.”
Once I saw her pulling out a large wrapping cloth, and she was working
quietly to pack some clothes. “What are you going to do with those
clothes?” I asked her.
“I have a use for them,” she said.
She filled several wrapping cloths with clothes without telling me
what she planned to do with them. When she was finished, she told me
she was getting ready to send the clothes to our missionaries working
in foreign countries.
“This one’s for Mongolia, this one’s for Africa, and this one’s for
Paraguay,” she said.
She had a slightly self-conscious smile that made her look so sweet
when she told me. Still today, she takes it upon herself to look after our
overseas missionaries.
My wife established the International Relief and Friendship Foundation
in 1979. It has done service projects in numerous countries, such as
Zaire, Senegal, and Ivory Coast. The foundation gives food to impoverished
children, medicine to those who are sick, and clothing to those in
need. In Korea, she created the Aewon charity organization in 1994. Its
activities include managing a canteen serving free food to the poor and
supporting low-wage earners, the handicapped, children taking care of
families in place of parents, and others. It also provides aid to the North
Korean people. My wife has also been active in women’s organizations
for some time. The Women’s Federation for World Peace, which she
established in 1992, has branches in some eighty countries and is in
general consultative status with the Economic and Social Council of the
United Nations as a nongovernmental organization.
Throughout history, women have been persecuted, but I predict this
will change. The coming world will be one of reconciliation and peace
based on women’s maternal character, love, and sociability. The time is
coming when the power of women will save the world.
Unfortunately today, many women’s organizations apparently believe
that standing in opposition to men is the way to demonstrate the power
of women. The result is an environment of competition and conflict.
The women’s organizations my wife leads, on the other hand, seek to
bring about peace on the principle that women should work together,
take initiative, and empower one another across traditional lines of
race, culture, and religion to create healthy families as the cornerstone
of the culture of peace.
The organizations she works with do not call for a liberation of
women from men and families. Instead, they call for women to develop
and maintain families filled with love. My wife’s dream is to see all
women raised as true daughters with filial hearts who can create peace
at home, in our communities, in our nations, and in the world. The
women’s movement being carried out by my wife serves the goal of true
families, which are the root of peace in all areas of life.
During one of the most intense periods of my public work, our
children had to live close to half the year without their parents. In our
absence, they lived in our home, cared for by church members. Our
home was always filled with church members. Every meal in our home
had guests at the table, guests who always received priority over our
children. Because of this environment, our children grew up with a
sense of loneliness that is not experienced by children in other families.
Even worse was the suffering they had to endure because of their father.
Wherever they went, they were singled out as sons and daughters of
“the cult leader Sun Myung Moon.” This suffering sent them through
periods of wandering and rebellion, but they have always returned
home. We were not able to support them properly as parents, but five
have graduated from Harvard University. I could not be more grateful
for their courageous accomplishments. Now they are old enough to
help me in my work, but even to this day, I am the strict father. I still
teach them to become people who do more than I do to serve Heaven
and live for the sake of humanity.
My wife is a woman of incredible strength, but the death of our
second son, Heung Jin, was difficult for her. It happened in December
1983. She was with me in Kwangju, Korea, participating in a Victory
over Communism rally. We received an international phone call that
Heung Jin had been in a traffic accident and had been transported to
a hospital. We boarded a flight the next day and went directly to New
York, but Heung Jin was lying unconscious on the hospital bed.
A truck traveling over the speed limit as it came down a hill tried to
brake and swerved into the opposite lane, where Heung Jin was driving.
Two of his best friends were in the car with him at the time. Heung Jin
cut the wheel to the right so the driver’s side took most of the impact
from the truck. By doing so, he saved the lives of his two friends. I went
to the place near our home where the accident had occurred, and the
black tire marks veering off to the right were still visible.
Heung Jin finally went to the heavenly world in the early morning of
January 2. He had turned seventeen just a month before. Words cannot
describe my wife’s sorrow when she had to send a child she had raised
with love to the heavenly world before her. She could not cry, however.
In fact, it was important that she not shed any tears. We are people who
know the world of the eternal spirit. A person’s spirit does not disappear
like so much dust, just because the physical life is lost. The soul
ascends to the world of spirit. As parents, the pain of knowing that we
would never be able to see or touch our beloved child in this world was
almost unbearable. My wife could not cry; she could only lovingly put
her hands on the hearse that carried Heung Jin’s body.
Shortly before the accident, Heung Jin had been betrothed to Hoon
Sook Pak, who was studying ballet. I had to speak to Hoon Sook about
his departure from this world and what she wanted to do.
I told her I knew it wouldn’t be easy or fair to her parents if she chose to
live alone. I told her it was best to forget the betrothal had ever happened.
Hoon Sook was adamant, however. “I am aware of the existence of
the spirit world,” she said. “Please let me spend my life with Heung Jin.”
In the end, Hoon Sook became our daughter-in-law fifty days
after Heung Jin’s departure. My wife and I will never forget the way she
smiled brightly as she held a portrait photo of Heung Jin throughout
the spiritual marriage ceremony.
It would seem that my wife would be devastated each time she faced
such difficult situations, but she always remained unshaken. Even in
the most difficult and unbearable circumstances, my wife never lost her
serene smile. She always crossed over life’s most difficult peaks successfully.
When church members ask my wife’s advice on raising their own
children, she tells them: “Be patient and wait. The period when children
wander is only temporary. No matter what they do, embrace them, love
them, and wait for them. Children will always return to the love of their
parents.”
I have never raised my voice toward my wife. This is not because of
my character, but because my wife has never given me cause to do so.
Throughout our life together, she has labored to care for me with complete,
loving devotion. She is even the one to care for my hair. So this
great saint of world affairs is also the best barber in the world. Now that
I am old I make many new demands on her, and she always responds.
If I ask her to cut my toenails, she will do it cheerfully. My toenails
are mine, but I can’t see them very well. She sees them perfectly well,
though. It’s a strange thing. The older I become, the more precious my
wife is to me.

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ะŸั€ะฐะทะดะฝะพะฒะฐะฝะธะต «ะคะตัั‚ะธะฒะฐะปั ะ˜ัั‚ะธะฝะฝะพะณะพ ะผะธั€ะฐ ะธ ะตะดะธะฝัั‚ะฒะฐ ะงั…ะพะฝะฑะพะบ» ะฒ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะต 3-ะณะพ ะณะพะดะฐ ะงั…ะพะฝะณะธ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ั‚ั€ะฐะฝัะปะธั€ะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒัั ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะฝะตั‚.


1. ะกัั‹ะปะบะธ ะฝะฐ ั‚ั€ะฐะฝัะปัั†ะธัŽ

- ะ”ะฐั‚ั‹: 1.1 – 6.1 3-ะณะพ ะณะพะดะฐ ะงั…ะพะฝะณะธ (23 – 28 ัะฝะฒะฐั€ั 2012 ะณะพะดะฐ)
- ะกัั‹ะปะบะธ : http://www.tongilgyo.org ะธะปะธ http://www.cheonbok.org

2. ะ”ะพะฟะพะปะฝะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝะฐั ะธะฝั„ะพั€ะผะฐั†ะธั

1) ะขั€ะฐะฝัะปัั†ะธั ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะฝะฐ ะบะพั€ะตะนัะบะพะผ, ัะฟะพะฝัะบะพะผ ะธ ะฐะฝะณะปะธะนัะบะพะผ ัะทั‹ะบะฐั….
2) ะขั€ะฐะฝัะปัั†ะธั ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะดะพัั‚ัƒะฟะฝะฐ ะทะฐ 30 ะผะธะฝัƒั‚ ั‚ะพ ะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปะฐ ะบะฐะถะดะพะณะพ ะผะตั€ะพะฟั€ะธัั‚ะธั.
3) ะ ะฐัะฟะธัะฐะฝะธะต ั‚ั€ะฐะฝัะปัั†ะธะธ ะผะพะถะตั‚ ะผะตะฝัั‚ัŒัั ะฟะพ ัะธั‚ัƒะฐั†ะธะธ. ะšะฐั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะพ ั‚ั€ะฐะฝัะปัั†ะธะธ ะผะพะถะตั‚ ะทะฐะฒะธัะตั‚ัŒ ะพั‚ ะฝะตะฟั€ะตะดะฒะธะดะตะฝะฝั‹ั… ัะธั‚ัƒะฐั†ะธะน ะธะปะธ ะฟะตั€ะตะณั€ัƒะทะพะบ ัะตั€ะฒะตั€ะฐ.

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(ะฟะพ ะšะพั€ะตะนัะบะพะผัƒ ะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะธ)

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ะกะปัƒะถะฑะฐ ะพะฑะตั‚ะฐ
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20.1.12

The River Does Not Reject the Waters That Flow into It Selfishness is rampant in the world. Ironically, however, the individual is destroyed by this,

The River Does Not Reject the Waters
That Flow into It
Selfishness is rampant in the world. Ironically, however, the individual
is destroyed by this, and not just the individual, but those
around him and the nation as a whole. The greatest obstacle to
the world of peace is avarice in peoples’ hearts. It starts in individuals,
expands to the nation, and hearts stained with avarice cause division
and conflict at every level. Countless people throughout history have
shed blood and died in conflicts caused by avarice.
To eliminate such conflicts, we need a great revolution to change the
erroneous values and thinking that are widespread in the world today.
The complex problems our societies face today can be resolved quickly
if there is a revolution in peoples’ thinking. If each individual and nation
begins to look out for the other first, working together with the
other, the problems of modern society will be resolved.
Throughout my life, I dedicated myself to efforts for peace. Any
time the word “peace” comes up, I become emotional. I choke up, it
becomes difficult for me to swallow my food and tears begin to well up
in my eyes. It moves me deeply just to imagine the day when the world
becomes one and begins to enjoy peace. That is the nature of peace.
It links people who think differently, are of different races, and speak
different languages. Our hearts yearn for this world and harbor a hope
that it will be realized. Peace is concrete action; it is not a vague dream.
Building a movement for peace has not always been easy. There have
been many difficulties, and it has required large sums of money. I have
not done this for my own honor, nor to make money. All I did was invest
my full effort, so that we can have a world where a strong and true peace
takes root. For as long as I have been doing this work, I have never been
lonely. This is because, ultimately, peace is the desire of every person in
the world. It is strange, though. Even though everyone wants peace, it
has still not come.
It is easy to talk about peace. But to bring peace is not easy. This is
because people push aside the most elemental truth needed to bring
about a world of peace. They pretend not to know this truth is there.
Before we talk about peace among individuals or among nations, we
must talk about peace between ourselves and God.
Each religion today thinks of itself as the highest, rejecting and
looking down on other religions. It is not right to build fences against
other religions and denominations.
A religion is like a wide river flowing toward an ideal, peaceful
world. The river flows for long distances before it comes to the
wide expanse of peace. On its way, many streams flow into it. The
streams cease to be streams from the point they meet the river.
From that point, they, too, become part of the river. In this way,
they become one.
The river does not reject any of the streams that flow into it. It
accepts them all. It embraces all the streams and forms a single flow
as it continues toward the ocean. People in the world today do not
understand this simple truth. The streams that seek out the river and
flow into it are the numerous religions and denominations of today.
Each stream traces its origin to a different spring, but they are all going
to the same destination. They are seeking the ideal world overflowing
with peace.
Peace will never come to this earth unless we first tear down the
walls between religions. For thousands of years, religions have grown
in alliance with particular ethnic groups, and so they are surrounded
by high cultural walls. Tearing these down is an extremely difficult task.
For thousands of years, each religion has surrounded itself with such
high walls, insisting that it is the only correct religion. In some cases,
religions have expanded their influence and entered into conflicts and
fights with other religions, using God’s name in places that had nothing
to do with His will.
The will of God lies in peace. A world fragmented by differences in
nationality, race, and religion, where people attack and fight one another
and shed one another’s blood, is not what God wants. When we
shed blood and fight each other in His name, we only cause Him pain.
A world torn to shreds has been created out of the desires of people to
promote their own wealth and glory. It does not represent the will of
God. God clearly told me so. I am only His errand boy, receiving His
words and carrying them out on Earth.
The path to bring about a world of peace, in which religions and
races become united, has been exhausting. Many times, I was rejected
by people, or my own abilities fell short, but I could not put aside this
mission. When members and colleagues who worked with me would
cry out in anguish because of the difficulty of the task, I would even feel
envious of them.
“If you decide this path isn’t for you, you have the option to stop and
turn back,” I told them. “Or if you try and try and still can’t accomplish
it, you have the option to die trying.”
“But you should pity me,” I said. “I am a person with no such options.”
There are some two hundred countries in the world. For all these
countries to enjoy peace, the power of religion is absolutely necessary.
The power of religion is in the love that overflows from it. I am
a religious person whose role is to convey love, so it is natural that I
would work for world peace. There is no difference between Islam and
Christianity in their commitment to bring about a world of peace. In
America, I lead a movement for peace, bringing together twenty thousand
clergy who transcend denomination. Through this movement, we
discuss ways that Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, and all faiths
can come together. We devote our full efforts to change the hardened
hearts of people.
My purpose is the same today as it was yesterday. It is to create one
world with God at the center, a world brought together like a single nation
without boundaries. All humanity will be citizens of this world, sharing a
culture of love. In such a world, there will be no possibility for division and
conflict. This will mark the beginning of a truly peaceful world.

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Dreaming of a Peaceful World For years I have called for a world where all religions live together as one, all races live as one, and all nations exis

Dreaming of a Peaceful World
For years I have called for a world where all religions live together
as one, all races live as one, and all nations exist as one. For
thousands of years history has seen the continuous increase of
divisions. Each time a different religion was adopted or a new regime
came into power, more boundaries were drawn and wars were fought.
Now, however, we live in an age of globalism. For the sake of the future
we must become one.
One way I propose to facilitate that is through the International
Peace Highway, a huge undertaking. It will link Korea and Japan by
an undersea tunnel and create a bridge across the Bering Strait that
separates Russia and North America. These great links can unify the
world. When the highway is completed it will be possible to travel by
car from Africa’s Cape of Good Hope to Santiago, Chile, and from London
to New York. There will be no roadblocks; the entire world will be
interconnected as if by capillary vessels.
The world will become one integrated community, and everyone will
be able to travel freely across international borders. Borders that give
free passage to anyone will lose their significance as borders. Something
similar will be true for religion. As the frequency of exchanges among
religions increases, greater mutual understanding will arise, conflict
will disappear, and the walls of separation will crumble. When different
types of people live together in a single global community, barriers
between races will come down. Interaction between races will occur
despite differences in appearance and language. This cultural revolution
will bring the world into one.
The Silk Road was not simply a trade route that people used in order
to sell silk and buy spices. It was also a vehicle for the peoples of the East
and West to meet and for Buddhism, Islam, and Christianity to meet.
These different cultures intermingled and gave rise to a new culture.
The International Peace Highway will play a similar role in the twentyfirst
century.
Rome could thrive because all roads led to Rome. This illustrates the
importance of roads. When a road is built, people use it to travel. It is
used to transport culture and ideology. That is why when a road is built
it changes the course of history. When the International Peace Highway
is completed, the world can be physically bound together as one. The
road will make this possible. I cannot overemphasize the importance of
bringing the world together. Some may think that this is an idea ahead
of its time. Religious people, however, foresee the future and prepare for
it. So it is only natural that we are ahead of our time. The world may not
understand us and may cause us to suffer, but religious believers must
persevere to lead the way to the future.
Completing the International Peace Highway will require the
cooperation of many nations. China, which was a victim of Japanese
aggression, may not welcome the idea of being connected to Japan by
a highway. Japan and Korea, however, cannot connect to the rest of the
world without going through China, so we need to make efforts to win
China’s trust. Who will do this? Those of us who will take spiritual ownership
over the International Peace Highway in the twenty-first century
need to take the lead in this effort.
How about bridging the Bering Strait? It will cost a great deal, but
this should not cause concern. The amount of money that the United
States has spent in Iraq would be more than enough to build such a
bridge. We must stop waging war and forcing people to suffer. It is
perverse to start wars and squander hundreds of billions of dollars. The
time has come for us to beat our swords into plowshares and our spears
into pruning hooks.
The International Peace Highway is a project to bring the world
together as one. To become one means more than simply connecting
continents by tunnels and bridges. It refers to an equalization of the
world’s standards of living. When someone monopolizes a technology
and keeps the profit for himself, the balance of the world is upset. The
International Peace Highway will rearrange the current inequality by
creating access to existing natural and human resources. This will bring
about a leveling of wealth. Leveling means that a little is taken off places
that are high and added to places that are low. As a result, the two have
the same height. This will require sacrifice from those with greater material
possessions or knowledge. Building a world of peace cannot be
done with one-time charitable acts or donations. Only sincere love and
continuous sacrifice is capable of creating a world of peace. We must be
willing to offer everything.
Building the International Peace Highway does more than just provide
the world with a physical means of communication. Human beings
are created so that their mind and body become one. Something similar
is true for the world we live in. The world can be completely unified
only when there is both physical communication and communication
of heart.
The United Nations has done much for world peace. More than sixty
years after its founding, however, the United Nations is losing sight
of its original purpose and is now an organization that works for the
interests of a few powerful countries. The U.N. was created to solve
the conflicts that arise in the world, so it must put the world’s interests
before the interests of one side or the other. It only leads to further
conflict when a powerful country insists on its own way and uses force
to pursue it. Unfortunately, the U.N. today is unable to do much about
such situations.
In this light, I have proposed a restructuring of the United Nations
as a bicameral institution. In addition to the General Assembly there
would be a religious, or cultural, assembly or council. This body would
consist of respected spiritual leaders in fields such as religion, culture,
and education. The members of this interreligious assembly would need
to demonstrate an ability to transcend the limited interests of particular
religions and cultures and to speak for the spiritual and moral purposes
of all humanity. I maintain that the two chambers, working together in
mutual respect and cooperation, will be able to make great advances in
ushering in a world of peace.
Some may oppose this, saying, “Why should religious people become
involved in world affairs?” My answer is that the world today is
in a period when the participation of religious people is crucial. Those
who have achieved deep self-awareness through religious practice are
needed now more than ever. It is only truly religious people who can
stand up to the unrighteousness and evil of the world and practice true
love. It is only when the knowledge and experience of political leaders
are combined with the wisdom of interreligious leaders that the world
will be able to find the path to true peace.
Again today I set out on my path with renewed determination to
achieve that goal. My prayer is that every person on earth will be reborn
as a peace-loving global citizen, transcending barriers of religion,
ideology, and race. Biserica unificarii, Unification Church,ะฆะตั€ะบะพะฒัŒ ะžะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะตะฝะธั, ํ†ต์ผ๊ตํšŒ, ็ตฑไธ€ๆ•Žๆœƒ, Sun Myung Moon, Messiah: AS A PEACE-LOVING GLOBAL CITIZEN R E V E R E N D S U N M Y U N G MOON:

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ะ˜ะผะตะฝะฝะพ ั€ะฐะดะธ ัั‚ะพะน ั†ะตะปะธ ั ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะธะป ะฟะพัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ัŒ ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะต ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ — ะณั€ะฐะฝะดะธะพะทะฝั‹ะน ะฟั€ะพะตะบั‚, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ัะพะตะดะธะฝะธั‚ ะšะพั€ะตัŽ ั ะฏะฟะพะฝะธะตะน ะฟะพัั€ะตะดัั‚ะฒะพะผ ะฟะพะดะฒะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ั‚ัƒะฝะฝะตะปั. ะ’ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะฟั€ะพะตะบั‚ ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะฒั…ะพะดะธั‚ ัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะผะพัั‚ะฐ ะธะปะธ ั‚ัƒะฝะฝะตะปั ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ะ‘ะตั€ะธะฝะณะพะฒ ะฟั€ะพะปะธะฒ, ั€ะฐะทะดะตะปััŽั‰ะธะน ะ ะพััะธัŽ ะธ ะกะตะฒะตั€ะฝัƒัŽ ะะผะตั€ะธะบัƒ. ะญั‚ะธ ะผะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝั‹ะต ัˆะพััะต ะฟะพะผะพะณัƒั‚ ะพะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐัˆ ะผะธั€. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะพะฝะธ ะฑัƒะดัƒั‚ ะฟะพัั‚ั€ะพะตะฝั‹, ะฒั‹ ัะผะพะถะตั‚ะต ะฟั€ะพะตั…ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ะผะฐัˆะธะฝะต ะพั‚ ะฐั„ั€ะธะบะฐะฝัะบะพะณะพ ะผั‹ัะฐ ะ”ะพะฑั€ะพะน ะะฐะดะตะถะดั‹ ะดะพ ั‡ะธะปะธะนัะบะพะณะพ ะกะฐะฝั‚ัŒัะณะพ ะธ ะพั‚ ะ›ะพะฝะดะพะฝะฐ ะดะพ ะัŒัŽ-ะ™ะพั€ะบะฐ. ะะฐ ัั‚ะพะผ ะฟัƒั‚ะธ ะฝะต ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะฝะธะบะฐะบะธั… ะฟั€ะตะณั€ะฐะด: ะฒะตััŒ ะผะธั€ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ัะฒัะทะฐะฝ ะผะตะถะดัƒ ัะพะฑะพะน ะฟะพะดะพะฑะฝะพ ัะธัั‚ะตะผะต ะบั€ะพะฒะตะฝะพัะฝั‹ั… ัะพััƒะดะพะฒ.

ะะฐัˆ ะผะธั€ ัั‚ะฐะฝะตั‚ ะตะดะธะฝั‹ะผ ัะพะพะฑั‰ะตัั‚ะฒะพะผ, ะณะดะต ะปัŽะดะธ ัะผะพะณัƒั‚ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะพ ะฟัƒั‚ะตัˆะตัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟะพ ั€ะฐะทะฝั‹ะผ ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฐะผ ะฑะตะท ะฒััะบะธั… ะณั€ะฐะฝะธั†. ะ“ั€ะฐะฝะธั†ั‹, ัะบะฒะพะทัŒ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะผะพะถะตั‚ ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะฝะพ ะฟั€ะพะตั…ะฐั‚ัŒ ะบั‚ะพ ัƒะณะพะดะฝะพ, ะฟะพั‚ะตั€ััŽั‚ ะฒััะบะธะน ัะผั‹ัะป. ะะตั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟะพะดะพะฑะฝะพะต ะฟั€ะพะธะทะพะนะดะตั‚ ะธ ั ั€ะตะปะธะณะธัะผะธ. ะŸะพ ะผะตั€ะต ัƒะฒะตะปะธั‡ะตะฝะธั ะฒะทะฐะธะผะพะพะฑะผะตะฝะฐ ะผะตะถะดัƒ ั€ะตะปะธะณะธัะผะธ ัƒะปัƒั‡ัˆะธั‚ัั ะธ ะฒะทะฐะธะผะพะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะฝะธะต ะผะตะถะดัƒ ะฝะธะผะธ, ะฒัะต ะบะพะฝั„ะปะธะบั‚ั‹ ะฟั€ะตะบั€ะฐั‚ัั‚ัั ะธ ะฒัะต ั€ะฐะทะดะตะปััŽั‰ะธะต ะธั… ะฑะฐั€ัŒะตั€ั‹ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ั€ัƒั…ะฝัƒั‚.

ะšะพะณะดะฐ ัะฐะผั‹ะต ั€ะฐะทะฝั‹ะต ะปัŽะดะธ ะฑัƒะดัƒั‚ ะถะธั‚ัŒ ะฒะผะตัั‚ะต ะบะฐะบ ะตะดะธะฝะพะต ัะพะพะฑั‰ะตัั‚ะฒะพ, ะณั€ะฐะฝะธั†ั‹ ะผะตะถะดัƒ ั€ะฐัะฐะผะธ ั‚ะฐะบะถะต ะธัั‡ะตะทะฝัƒั‚. ะ›ัŽะดะธ ะฒัะตั… ั€ะฐั ะฑัƒะดัƒั‚ ัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ัŒ ะฒะทะฐะธะผะพะพั‚ะฝะพัˆะตะฝะธั, ะฝะตัะผะพั‚ั€ั ะฝะฐ ัะทั‹ะบะพะฒั‹ะต ะธ ะฒะฝะตัˆะฝะธะต ั€ะฐะทะปะธั‡ะธั, ะธ ัั‚ะฐ ะบัƒะปัŒั‚ัƒั€ะฝะฐั ั€ะตะฒะพะปัŽั†ะธั ะฟะพะผะพะถะตั‚ ะผะธั€ัƒ ะพะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะธั‚ัŒัั.

ะ’ะตะปะธะบะธะน ัˆะตะปะบะพะฒั‹ะน ะฟัƒั‚ัŒ ะฑั‹ะป ะฝะต ั‚ะพะปัŒะบะพ ั‚ะพั€ะณะพะฒั‹ะผ ะผะฐั€ัˆั€ัƒั‚ะพะผ ะดะปั ะปัŽะดะตะน, ะฟั€ะพะดะฐะฒะฐะฒัˆะธั… ัˆะตะปะบ ะธ ะฟะพะบัƒะฟะฐะฒัˆะธั… ะฟั€ัะฝะพัั‚ะธ. ะญั‚ะพั‚ ะฟัƒั‚ัŒ ัะปัƒะถะธะป ัั€ะตะดัั‚ะฒะพะผ ะพะฑั‰ะตะฝะธั ะดะปั ะฝะฐั€ะพะดะพะฒ ะ’ะพัั‚ะพะบะฐ ะธ ะ—ะฐะฟะฐะดะฐ ะธ ะฟะพะผะพะณะฐะป ัะฑะปะธะถะตะฝะธัŽ ะฑัƒะดะดะธะทะผะฐ, ะธัะปะฐะผะฐ ะธ ั…ั€ะธัั‚ะธะฐะฝัั‚ะฒะฐ. ะ’ัะต ัั‚ะธ ะบัƒะปัŒั‚ัƒั€ั‹ ัะผะตัˆะฐะปะธััŒ ะธ ะดะฐะปะธ ั€ะพะถะดะตะฝะธะต ะฝะพะฒะพะน ะบัƒะปัŒั‚ัƒั€ะต. ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะต ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ัั‹ะณั€ะฐะตั‚ ะฒ XXI ะฒะตะบะต ั‚ะฐะบัƒัŽ ะถะต ั€ะพะปัŒ.

ะ ะธะผ ะดะพัั‚ะธะณ ะฟั€ะพั†ะฒะตั‚ะฐะฝะธั ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ั ั‚ะพะผัƒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ «ะฒัะต ะดะพั€ะพะณะธ ะฒะตะดัƒั‚ ะฒ ะ ะธะผ». ะญั‚ะฐ ะฟะพัะปะพะฒะธั†ะฐ ัะฒะธะดะตั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒัƒะตั‚ ะพ ะฒะฐะถะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะดะพั€ะพะณ. ะ•ัะปะธ ะดะพั€ะพะณะฐ ะฟะพัั‚ั€ะพะตะฝะฐ, ะปัŽะดะธ ะฝะฐั‡ะธะฝะฐัŽั‚ ะฟะพ ะฝะตะน ะฟัƒั‚ะตัˆะตัั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ. ะ”ะพั€ะพะณะธ ะฝัƒะถะฝั‹ ะดะปั ั€ะฐัะฟั€ะพัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะตะฝะธั ะบัƒะปัŒั‚ัƒั€ ะธ ะธะดะตะพะปะพะณะธะน. ะ’ะพั‚ ะฟะพั‡ะตะผัƒ ัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะดะพั€ะพะณ ะผะตะฝัะตั‚ ั…ะพะด ะธัั‚ะพั€ะธะธ. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะทะฐะฒะตั€ัˆะตะฝะพ, ะผะธั€ ั„ะธะทะธั‡ะตัะบะธ ะพะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะธั‚ัั ะธ ัั‚ะฐะฝะตั‚ ะตะดะธะฝั‹ะผ ั†ะตะปั‹ะผ: ะธะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะดะพั€ะพะณะฐ ะฟะพะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฝะฐะผ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผ.

ะะตะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ ะฟะตั€ะตะพั†ะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะฒะฐะถะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะพะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะตะฝะธั ะผะธั€ะฐ. ะšั‚ะพ-ั‚ะพ ะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฟะพะดัƒะผะฐั‚ัŒ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะฐ ะธะดะตั ะฑะตะถะธั‚ ะฒะฟะตั€ะตะดะธ ัะฟะพั…ะธ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ั€ะตะปะธะณะธะพะทะฝั‹ะต ะปัŽะดะธ ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝั‹ ะฟั€ะตะดะฒะธะดะตั‚ัŒ ะฑัƒะดัƒั‰ะตะต ะธ ะฝะฐั‡ะธะฝะฐัŽั‚ ะทะฐะฑะปะฐะณะพะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะณะพั‚ะพะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะบ ะฝะตะผัƒ. ะŸะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะฒะฟะพะปะฝะต ะตัั‚ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะผั‹ ะพะฟะตั€ะตะถะฐะตะผ ะฒั€ะตะผั. ะ’ะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ, ะผะธั€ ะฝะต ะฒัะตะณะดะฐ ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะตั‚ ะฝะฐั ะธ ะฟะพั€ะพะน ะฒั‹ะฝัƒะถะดะฐะตั‚ ะฝะฐั ัั‚ั€ะฐะดะฐั‚ัŒ, ะพะดะฝะฐะบะพ ะฒะตั€ัƒัŽั‰ะธะต ะปัŽะดะธ ะดะพะปะถะฝั‹ ัั‚ะพะนะบะพ ะฟะตั€ะตะฝะพัะธั‚ัŒ ั‚ั€ัƒะดะฝะพัั‚ะธ ะธ ะพั‚ะบั€ั‹ะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะฟัƒั‚ัŒ ะฒ ะฑัƒะดัƒั‰ะตะต.

ะ”ะปั ัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะฐ ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฟะพั‚ั€ะตะฑัƒะตั‚ัั ัะพั‚ั€ัƒะดะฝะธั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะพ ะผะฝะพะณะธั… ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝ. ะšะธั‚ะฐัŽ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะน ะบะพะณะดะฐ-ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะฐะป ะถะตั€ั‚ะฒะพะน ัะฟะพะฝัะบะพะน ะฐะณั€ะตััะธะธ, ะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฝะต ะฟะพะฝั€ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ะธะดะตั ัะพะตะดะธะฝะตะฝะธั ั ะฏะฟะพะฝะธะตะน ั ะฟะพะผะพั‰ัŒัŽ ะฐะฒั‚ะพัั‚ั€ะฐะดั‹. ะขะตะผ ะฝะต ะผะตะฝะตะต, ะฏะฟะพะฝะธั ะธ ะšะพั€ะตั ะฝะต ัะผะพะณัƒั‚ ัะพะตะดะธะฝะธั‚ัŒัั ั ะดั€ัƒะณะธะผะธ ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฐะผะธ, ะผะธะฝัƒั ะšะธั‚ะฐะน, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะฝะฐะผ ะฝะตะพะฑั…ะพะดะธะผะพ ะฟั€ะธะปะพะถะธั‚ัŒ ัƒัะธะปะธั, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะทะฐะฒะพะตะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะดะพะฒะตั€ะธะต ะšะธั‚ะฐั.

ะšั‚ะพ ัั‚ะธะผ ะทะฐะนะผะตั‚ัั? ะขะต ะธะท ะฝะฐั, ะบั‚ะพ ะฟั€ะธะผะตั‚ ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ะดัƒั…ะพะฒะฝัƒัŽ ะพั‚ะฒะตั‚ัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะทะฐ ัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฒ XXI ะฒะตะบะต, ะดะพะปะถะฝั‹ ะฑัƒะดัƒั‚ ะฒะทัั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ัะตะฑั ะธ ะฒะตะดัƒั‰ัƒัŽ ั€ะพะปัŒ ะฒ ัั‚ะธั… ัƒัะธะปะธัั….

ะ ะบะฐะบ ะฝะฐัั‡ะตั‚ ะฟั€ะพะตะบั‚ะฐ ะผะพัั‚ะฐ ั‡ะตั€ะตะท ะ‘ะตั€ะธะฝะณะพะฒ ะฟั€ะพะปะธะฒ? ะžะฝ ะพะฑะพะนะดะตั‚ัั ะฝะฐะผ ะฒ ะฐัั‚ั€ะพะฝะพะผะธั‡ะตัะบัƒัŽ ะดะตะฝะตะถะฝัƒัŽ ััƒะผะผัƒ, ะฝะพ ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ ะฝะต ัั‚ะพะธั‚ ะฑะตัะฟะพะบะพะธั‚ัŒัั. ะขะพะณะพ ะบะพะปะธั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะฐ ะดะตะฝะตะณ, ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะกะพะตะดะธะฝะตะฝะฝั‹ะต ะจั‚ะฐั‚ั‹ ะฟะพั‚ั€ะฐั‚ะธะปะธ ะฝะฐ ะฒะพะนะฝัƒ ะฒ ะ˜ั€ะฐะบะต, ั ะปะธั…ะฒะพะน ั…ะฒะฐั‚ะธะปะพ ะฑั‹ ะฝะฐ ัั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะผะพัั‚ะฐ. ะœั‹ ะดะพะปะถะฝั‹ ะพัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธั‚ัŒ ะฒะพะนะฝั‹, ะธะท-ะทะฐ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ั… ะณะธะฑะฝัƒั‚ ะธ ัั‚ั€ะฐะดะฐัŽั‚ ะปัŽะดะธ. ะ‘ะตััะผั‹ัะปะตะฝะฝะพ ั€ะฐะทะถะธะณะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒะพะนะฝั‹ ะธ ะฒั‹ะฑั€ะฐัั‹ะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ะฒะตั‚ะตั€ ั‚ั€ะธะปะปะธะพะฝั‹ ะดะพะปะปะฐั€ะพะฒ. ะะฐัั‚ะฐะปะพ ะฒั€ะตะผั ะฟะตั€ะตะบะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะผะตั‡ะธ ะฝะฐ ะพั€ะฐะปะฐ, ะฐ ะบะพะฟัŒั — ะฝะฐ ัะตั€ะฟั‹.

ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะต ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ — ัั‚ะพ ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพัั‚ัŒ ะพะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะผะธั€ ะฒ ะตะดะธะฝะพะต ัะพะพะฑั‰ะตัั‚ะฒะพ. ะžะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะตะฝะธะต — ัั‚ะพ ะฝะตั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะตะต, ั‡ะตะผ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ัะฒัะทัŒ ะผะตะถะดัƒ ะบะพะฝั‚ะธะฝะตะฝั‚ะฐะผะธ ั ะฟะพะผะพั‰ัŒัŽ ะผะพัั‚ะพะฒ ะธ ั‚ัƒะฝะฝะตะปะตะน. ะญั‚ะพ ะพะทะฝะฐั‡ะฐะตั‚ ัƒั‚ะฒะตั€ะถะดะตะฝะธะต ะตะดะธะฝะพะณะพ ัƒั€ะพะฒะฝั ะถะธะทะฝะธ ะดะปั ะฒัะตั… ะปัŽะดะตะน. ะ•ัะปะธ ะบะฐะบะฐั-ั‚ะพ ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฐ ะผะพะฝะพะฟะพะปะธะทะธั€ัƒะตั‚ ัะฒะพะธ ั‚ะตั…ะฝะพะปะพะณะธะธ ะธ ะทะฐะฑะธั€ะฐะตั‚ ัะตะฑะต ะฒััŽ ะฟั€ะธะฑั‹ะปัŒ ะพั‚ ะธั… ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทะพะฒะฐะฝะธั, ะผะธั€ะพะฒะพะน ะฑะฐะปะฐะฝั ะฝะฐั€ัƒัˆะฐะตั‚ัั.

ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะต ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฟั€ะธะทะฒะฐะฝะพ ะธะทะผะตะฝะธั‚ัŒ ะฝั‹ะฝะตัˆะฝะตะต ะฝะตั€ะฐะฒะตะฝัั‚ะฒะพ, ะพั‚ะบั€ั‹ะฒ ะดะพัั‚ัƒะฟ ะบ ััƒั‰ะตัั‚ะฒัƒัŽั‰ะธะผ ะฟั€ะธั€ะพะดะฝั‹ะผ ะธ ะปัŽะดัะบะธะผ ั€ะตััƒั€ัะฐะผ, ะธ ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ั ัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะดะพะฑะธั‚ัŒัั ะตะดะธะฝะพะณะพ ะดะปั ะฒัะตั… ัƒั€ะพะฒะฝั ะฑะปะฐะณะพัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธั. ะ•ะดะธะฝั‹ะน ัƒั€ะพะฒะตะฝัŒ ะฑะปะฐะณะพัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธั ะพะทะฝะฐั‡ะฐะตั‚, ั‡ั‚ะพ ั‡ะฐัั‚ัŒ ะฑะพะณะฐั‚ัั‚ะฒ ัะพัั‚ะพัั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ั… ะณะพััƒะดะฐั€ัั‚ะฒ ะฑัƒะดะตั‚ ะฟะตั€ะตะดะฐะฝะฐ ะฑะตะดะฝั‹ะผ ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝะฐะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะธั… ะฑะปะฐะณะพัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะต ะฒั‹ั€ะพะฒะฝัะปะพััŒ. ะญั‚ะพ ะฟะพั‚ั€ะตะฑัƒะตั‚ ะพะฟั€ะตะดะตะปะตะฝะฝั‹ั… ะถะตั€ั‚ะฒ ัะพ ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝั‹ ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝ, ั€ะฐัะฟะพะปะฐะณะฐัŽั‰ะธั… ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะธะผะธ ะผะฐั‚ะตั€ะธะฐะปัŒะฝั‹ะผะธ ะฑะปะฐะณะฐะผะธ ะธะปะธ ะทะฝะฐะฝะธัะผะธ. ะŸะพัั‚ั€ะพะตะฝะธะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฝะฐ ะทะตะผะปะต ะฝะตะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพ ั ะฟะพะผะพั‰ัŒัŽ ะพะดะฝะธั… ะปะธัˆัŒ ะฑะปะฐะณะพั‚ะฒะพั€ะธั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ั… ะฐะบั†ะธะน ะธะปะธ ะตะดะธะฝะพะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะฝั‹ั… ะฟะพะถะตั€ั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐะฝะธะน. ะขะพะปัŒะบะพ ะธัะบั€ะตะฝะฝะธะน ะฒะบะปะฐะด ะปัŽะฑะฒะธ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบ ะณะพั‚ะพะฒ ะฝะตะฟั€ะตัั‚ะฐะฝะฝะพ ะถะตั€ั‚ะฒะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ัะพะฑะพะน, ัะฟะพัะพะฑะตะฝ ัะปัƒะถะธั‚ัŒ ะฟะพัั‚ั€ะพะตะฝะธัŽ ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฝะฐ ะทะตะผะปะต. ะœั‹ ะดะพะปะถะฝั‹ ะฑั‹ั‚ัŒ ะณะพั‚ะพะฒั‹ ะพั‚ะดะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒัะต, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัƒ ะฝะฐั ะตัั‚ัŒ.

ะกั‚ั€ะพะธั‚ะตะปัŒัั‚ะฒะพ ะœะตะถะดัƒะฝะฐั€ะพะดะฝะพะณะพ ัˆะพััะต ะผะธั€ะฐ — ัั‚ะพ ะฝะตั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะตะต, ั‡ะตะผ ะฟั€ะพัั‚ะพ ะพะฑะตัะฟะตั‡ะตะฝะธะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ั„ะธะทะธั‡ะตัะบะธะผะธ ัั€ะตะดัั‚ะฒะฐะผะธ ะบะพะผะผัƒะฝะธะบะฐั†ะธะธ. ะ›ัŽะดะธ ะฑั‹ะปะธ ัะพะทะดะฐะฝั‹ ั ั‚ะตะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะธั… ะดัƒัˆะฐ ะธ ั‚ะตะปะพ ะฟั€ะตะฑั‹ะฒะฐะปะธ ะฒ ะตะดะธะฝัั‚ะฒะต. ะขะพ ะถะต ะบะฐัะฐะตั‚ัั ะธ ะผะธั€ะฐ, ะฒ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะพะผ ะผั‹ ะถะธะฒะตะผ. ะœะธั€ ัะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฟะพะปะฝะพัั‚ัŒัŽ ะพะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะธั‚ัŒัั ะปะธัˆัŒ ั‚ะพะณะดะฐ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะฐั€ัะดัƒ ั ั„ะธะทะธั‡ะตัะบะธะผะธ ัั€ะตะดัั‚ะฒะฐะผะธ ะบะพะผะผัƒะฝะธะบะฐั†ะธะธ ะพะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝัั‚ัั ะธ ัะตั€ะดั†ะฐ ะฒัะตั… ะปัŽะดะตะน.

ะŸะพ ัั‚ะพะน ะฟั€ะธั‡ะธะฝะต ั ะผะฝะพะณะพ ะปะตั‚ ะฝะฐะทะฐะด ะทะฐะดัƒะผะฐะป ั€ะตั„ะพั€ะผะธั€ะพะฒะฐะฝะธะต ะธ ะพะฑะฝะพะฒะปะตะฝะธะต ะžั€ะณะฐะฝะธะทะฐั†ะธะธ ะžะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะตะฝะฝั‹ั… ะะฐั†ะธะน. ะ”ะฐ, ัั‚ะฐ ะพั€ะณะฐะฝะธะทะฐั†ะธั ะฒะฝะตัะปะฐ ะพั‡ะตะฝัŒ ะฒะฐะถะฝั‹ะน ะฒะบะปะฐะด ะฒ ะดะตะปะพ ะผะธั€ะฐ, ะธ ะฒัะต ะบะพั€ะตะนั†ั‹ ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ะฝั‹ ะตะน ะทะฐ ั‚ะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฒะพ ะฒั€ะตะผั ะšะพั€ะตะนัะบะพะน ะฒะพะนะฝั‹ ะพะฝะฐ ั‚ั€ัƒะดะธะปะฐััŒ ั€ะฐะดะธ ัะพั…ั€ะฐะฝะตะฝะธั ะฝะฐัˆะตะน ัะฒะพะฑะพะดั‹. ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัะตะนั‡ะฐั, ัะฟัƒัั‚ั ะฑะพะปะตะต ัˆะตัั‚ะธะดะตััั‚ะธ ะปะตั‚ ะฟะพัะปะต ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ะพัะฝะพะฒะฐะฝะธั, ะžะžะ, ะบะฐะถะตั‚ัั, ะฒะพั‚-ะฒะพั‚ ัƒั‚ั€ะฐั‚ะธั‚ ัะฒะพัŽ ะฟะตั€ะฒะพะฝะฐั‡ะฐะปัŒะฝัƒัŽ ั†ะตะปัŒ ะธ ัั‚ะฐะฝะตั‚ ะพั€ะณะฐะฝะธะทะฐั†ะธะตะน, ะฟะพะดะดะตั€ะถะธะฒะฐัŽั‰ะตะน ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัั‹ ะปะธัˆัŒ ะฝะตัะบะพะปัŒะบะธั… ะฒะปะธัั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ั… ัั‚ั€ะฐะฝ.

ะ’ 2005 ะณะพะดัƒ ะฒ ะัŒัŽ-ะ™ะพั€ะบะต ั ะพัะฝะพะฒะฐะป ะคะตะดะตั€ะฐั†ะธัŽ ะทะฐ ะฒัะตะพะฑั‰ะธะน ะผะธั€ ะธ ัั€ะฐะทัƒ ะถะต ะฟะพัะปะต ัั‚ะพะณะพ ะพั‚ะฟั€ะฐะฒะธะปัั ะฒ ะผะธั€ะพะฒะพะต ั‚ัƒั€ะฝะต ะฟะพ ัะพั‚ะฝะต ะณะพั€ะพะดะพะฒ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะดะพะฝะตัั‚ะธ ะดะพ ะปัŽะดะตะน ะฟะพัะปะฐะฝะธะต ะผะธั€ะฐ ะพ ะฑัƒะดัƒั‰ะตะผ ะดะปั ะžะžะ ะธ ะฒัะตะน ะทะตะผะปะธ. ะžั€ะณะฐะฝะธะทะฐั†ะธั ะžะฑัŠะตะดะธะฝะตะฝะฝั‹ั… ะะฐั†ะธะน ะฑั‹ะปะฐ ัะพะทะดะฐะฝะฐ ะดะปั ั‚ะพะณะพ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ั€ะฐะทั€ะตัˆะฐั‚ัŒ ะบะพะฝั„ะปะธะบั‚ั‹, ะฒะพะทะฝะธะบะฐัŽั‰ะธะต ะฒ ะผะธั€ะต, ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ะพะฝะฐ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ัั‚ะฐะฒะธั‚ัŒ ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัั‹ ะฒัะตะณะพ ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฟั€ะตะฒั‹ัˆะต ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัะพะฒ ั‚ะพะน ะธะปะธ ะธะฝะพะน ัั‚ะพั€ะพะฝั‹. ะšะพะณะดะฐ ะผะพะณัƒั‰ะตัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝะพะต ะณะพััƒะดะฐั€ัั‚ะฒะพ ะฝะฐัั‚ะฐะธะฒะฐะตั‚ ะฝะฐ ัะฒะพะธั… ัะพะฑัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ั… ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัะฐั…, ะดะฐ ะตั‰ะต ะธ ะธัะฟะพะปัŒะทัƒะตั‚ ะดะปั ะธั… ะดะพัั‚ะธะถะตะฝะธั ะฒะพะตะฝะฝัƒัŽ ะผะพั‰ัŒ, ัั‚ะพ ะปะธัˆัŒ ัƒััƒะณัƒะฑะปัะตั‚ ะบะพะฝั„ะปะธะบั‚. ะš ัะพะถะฐะปะตะฝะธัŽ, ัะพะฒั€ะตะผะตะฝะฝะฐั ะžะžะ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐััŒ ะฝะต ะฒ ัะพัั‚ะพัะฝะธะธ ั‡ั‚ะพ-ะปะธะฑะพ ัะดะตะปะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒ ะดะฐะฝะฝะพะน ัะธั‚ัƒะฐั†ะธะธ.

ะ˜ะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะฟะพัั‚ะพะผัƒ ั ะฟั€ะตะดะปะพะถะธะป ั€ะตะพั€ะณะฐะฝะธะทะพะฒะฐั‚ัŒ ะžะžะ ะบะฐะบ ะดะฒัƒั…ะฟะฐะปะฐั‚ะฝัƒัŽ ัั‚ั€ัƒะบั‚ัƒั€ัƒ, ัะพัั‚ะพัั‰ัƒัŽ ะธะท ะฒะตั€ั…ะฝะตะน ะธ ะฝะธะถะฝะตะน ะฟะฐะปะฐั‚. ะ’ ะดะพะฟะพะปะฝะตะฝะธะต ะบ ะ“ะตะฝะตั€ะฐะปัŒะฝะพะน ะััะฐะผะฑะปะตะต ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฟะพัะฒะธั‚ัŒัั ั€ะตะปะธะณะธะพะทะฝะฐั, ะธะปะธ ะบัƒะปัŒั‚ัƒั€ะฝะฐั, ะฐััะฐะผะฑะปะตั ะธะปะธ ัะพะฒะตั‚. ะ’ ัั‚ัƒ ะพั€ะณะฐะฝะธะทะฐั†ะธัŽ ะฒะพะนะดัƒั‚ ะบั€ัƒะฟะฝะตะนัˆะธะต ะดัƒั…ะพะฒะฝั‹ะต ะปะธะดะตั€ั‹ ะธ ะดะตัั‚ะตะปะธ ะธะท ัั„ะตั€ ั€ะตะปะธะณะธะธ, ะบัƒะปัŒั‚ัƒั€ั‹ ะธ ะพะฑั€ะฐะทะพะฒะฐะฝะธั. ะงะปะตะฝะฐะผ ัั‚ะพะน ะœะตะถั€ะตะปะธะณะธะพะทะฝะพะน ะััะฐะผะฑะปะตะธ ะฟั€ะตะดัั‚ะพะธั‚ ะฒั‹ะนั‚ะธ ะทะฐ ั€ะฐะผะบะธ ะธะฝั‚ะตั€ะตัะพะฒ ะพั‚ะดะตะปัŒะฝั‹ั… ั€ะตะปะธะณะธะน ะธ ะบัƒะปัŒั‚ัƒั€ ะธ ะฒั‹ัะบะฐะทะฐั‚ัŒัั ะฒ ะทะฐั‰ะธั‚ัƒ ะดัƒั…ะพะฒะฝั‹ั… ะธ ะฝั€ะฐะฒัั‚ะฒะตะฝะฝั‹ั… ั†ะตะฝะฝะพัั‚ะตะน ะฒัะตะณะพ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะฐ. ะฏ ัƒะฒะตั€ะตะฝ, ั‡ั‚ะพ ัั‚ะธ ะดะฒะต ะฟะฐะปะฐั‚ั‹, ัะพั‚ั€ัƒะดะฝะธั‡ะฐั ะดั€ัƒะณ ั ะดั€ัƒะณะพะผ ะธ ะฟั€ะพัะฒะปัั ะฒะทะฐะธะผะฝะพะต ัƒะฒะฐะถะตะฝะธะต, ัะผะพะณัƒั‚ ั€ะตะฐะปัŒะฝะพ ะฟั€ะธะฑะปะธะทะธั‚ัŒ ะฟะพัั‚ั€ะพะตะฝะธะต ะฒัะตะพะฑั‰ะตะณะพ ะผะธั€ะฐ ะฝะฐ ะทะตะผะปะต.

ะšะพะต-ะบั‚ะพ ะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฒะพะทั€ะฐะทะธั‚ัŒ ะฟั€ะพั‚ะธะฒ ัั‚ะพะณะพ — ะผะพะป, ะทะฐั‡ะตะผ ะฝัƒะถะฝะพ ะฒะพะฒะปะตะบะฐั‚ัŒ ะฒะตั€ัƒัŽั‰ะธั… ะปัŽะดะตะน ะฒ ะผะธั€ะพะฒั‹ะต ะฟั€ะพะฑะปะตะผั‹? ะžะดะฝะฐะบะพ ัะตะนั‡ะฐั ะฒ ะฝะฐัˆะตะผ ะผะธั€ะต ะฝะฐัั‚ัƒะฟะธะปะฐ ัะฟะพั…ะฐ, ะบะพะณะดะฐ ัƒั‡ะฐัั‚ะธะต ะฒะตั€ัƒัŽั‰ะธั… ะปัŽะดะตะน, ะดะพัั‚ะธะณัˆะธั… ะณะปัƒะฑะพะบะพะณะพ ัะฐะผะพัะพะทะฝะฐะฝะธั ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐั€ั ั€ะตะปะธะณะธะพะทะฝะพะน ะฟั€ะฐะบั‚ะธะบะต, ัั‚ะฐะฝะพะฒะธั‚ัั ะบั€ะธั‚ะธั‡ะตัะบะธ ะฒะฐะถะฝั‹ะผ.

ะ˜ะผะตะฝะฝะพ ะธัะบั€ะตะฝะฝะต ะฒะตั€ัƒัŽั‰ะธะต ะปัŽะดะธ ะผะพะณัƒั‚ ะฒัั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ ะฝะฐ ะฑะพั€ัŒะฑัƒ ั ะฝะตัะฟั€ะฐะฒะตะดะปะธะฒะพัั‚ัŒัŽ ะธ ะทะปะพะผ, ะฒะพะฟะปะพั‰ะฐั ะฒ ะถะธะทะฝัŒ ะธัั‚ะธะฝะฝัƒัŽ ะปัŽะฑะพะฒัŒ. ะ›ะธัˆัŒ ะฒ ั‚ะพะผ ัะปัƒั‡ะฐะต, ะตัะปะธ ะทะฝะฐะฝะธั ะธ ะพะฟั‹ั‚ ะฟะพะปะธั‚ะธั‡ะตัะบะธั… ะปะธะดะตั€ะพะฒ ัะพะตะดะธะฝัั‚ัั ั ะผัƒะดั€ะพัั‚ัŒัŽ ะผะตะถั€ะตะปะธะณะธะพะทะฝั‹ั… ะปะธะดะตั€ะพะฒ, ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตั‡ะตัั‚ะฒะพ ัะผะพะถะตั‚ ะฝะฐะนั‚ะธ ะฟัƒั‚ัŒ ะบ ะธัั‚ะธะฝะฝะพะผัƒ ะผะธั€ัƒ.

ะšะฐะถะดั‹ะน ะดะตะฝัŒ ั ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะธ ัะฝะพะฒะฐ ะธะดัƒ ะฒะฟะตั€ะตะด ั ะพะฑะฝะพะฒะปะตะฝะฝะพะน ั€ะตัˆะธะผะพัั‚ัŒัŽ ะดะพัั‚ะธั‡ัŒ ัั‚ะพะน ั†ะตะปะธ. ะฏ ะผะพะปัŽััŒ ะพ ั‚ะพะผ, ั‡ั‚ะพะฑั‹ ะบะฐะถะดั‹ะน ะถะธั‚ะตะปัŒ ะ—ะตะผะปะธ ัะผะพะณ ะฒะพะทั€ะพะดะธั‚ัŒัั, ะฒั‹ะนั‚ะธ ะทะฐ ั€ะฐะผะบะธ ั€ะตะปะธะณะธะน, ะธะดะตะพะปะพะณะธะน ะธ ั€ะฐั ะธ ัั‚ะฐั‚ัŒ «ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบะพะผ ะฟะปะฐะฝะตั‚ั‹, ะปัŽะฑัั‰ะธะผ ะผะธั€».


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