Technical Bulletins 1950-1952, Page 285 
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ca. 1952

Once upon a time there was a man, or perhaps he was not a man,  who slept for a very long time.

When he laid himself down to rest, the world was not too  terrible. People were happy and their actions were productive and the green  hills had flowers upon them.

When he awakened, however, things had changed. He stood outside  his cave and looked at the world. Yes, somehow it had changed. The hills were  ugly and brown. Near at hand two women were quarreling. Far away a red cloud  rose and when he looked more closely he saw that it was a battle. And so he  walked down through the fields and towns trying to find what had happened.

Men glowered at him. Children did not play. And there was little  food and the haggard faces of all showed that each staggered under some heavy  burden of grief. And the man, or perhaps he was not a man, saw that the world  had come into trying times.

He wandered about, understanding that here he faced a black  enchantment, thickly laid upon the souls of men. Perhaps some sorcerer had done  it to men, perhaps men had done it to themselves. But it did not matter. The  world had gone mad. Somebody must do something.

The man thought for many days. And then he made a golden ball  and filled it with everything necessary to undo a black enchantment. It was a  very pretty ball, on the end of an ivory stick. And it was very easy to use for  one had but to hold it over the head of a human being and wish him well to break  the thrall which held that being.

And the man went forth and held it over the heads of dozens of  people and did not tell them what it was and they suddenly smiled and became  bright and the thrall was broken for them. And the man saw that this was good  and so he showed many people how to use the golden ball and told them all that  was necessary to break the black enchantment clear across the whole world.

And some used it. But others said, "Isn't it pretty! "  and began to play catch with it. And some said, "It isn't really  gold." And some wanted to hide it for fear it would be stolen. And some  said, "It's GOLD!" and bought knives and pistols with it and fought.  And some said cunningly, "With this POWER I can rule Earth." And  others simply ran about and said it wasn't really a ball and that the man had  stolen it from others and they clutched their black enchantment about them and  whispered that the man had done it in the first place and that he planned to  kill them all.

But the man paid little heed. He tried to form companies to make  the golden ball available to many. But the people in the companies said,  "It's mine!" 'It's power!" "It's gold!" and "The man will kill  us all!" and so they fought amongst themselves and threw dust over the  golden ball and tried to dent it.

And at last the man sat down in a desert place and sent his word  about that anybody could use this ball that wanted it. And they sent officers  and thieves and lawyers at him to say that nobody could use the ball.

And they took the man's captain and said they would imprison him  for saying the golden ball was owned by everybody. And they made the government  put guards around the man in case anybody sent him money to help ship the golden  ball to everyone.

And the man looked at these people and not one of them who hated  the golden ball had ever used it in any way but only thrown dust on it and tried  to dent it and he looked at the sly people who went up and down the roads  saying, "It is not really gold!" "The man really stole it,"  and then he looked and saw beyond these the haggard faces, the crippled  children, the sorrowing women. And above all these he saw the red cloud of the  battle.

And the battle cloud grew taller. And it grew taller and taller  as though it hung with fire up above an entire world.

And the man, sitting in the desert place, looked at the golden  ball.


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