But some would counter (as JFK so memorably did on a couple very significant occasions, helping bring our world the closest to World War 111 as it's ever been up to now - excepting the Ukrainian situation obviously): 'Better dead than red" (i.e. better free to think, speak, do and be, even if that ultimately cost one one's very life, than to be subject to subjugation of mind, voice, life and being).
Or as the narrator in the brilliant 'War of the Worlds' double album expressed so poignantly to his beloved Kerrie:
"There are some things worth living for...even some things worth dying for."
Or as the very prescient, even prophetic hymn writer James Russell Lowell put matters in his oh so insightful, arguably inspired hymn 'Once to Every Man & Nation' (stanzas 1,2,4a,b):
Once to every man and nation
Comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth with falsehood,
For the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah,
Offering each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever
'Twixt that darkness and that light.
Then to side with truth is noble
When we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit,
And 'tis prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses,
While the coward stands aside,
Till the multitude make virtue
Of the faith they had denied.
Though the cause of evil prosper,
Yet 'tis truth alone is strong,
Though her portion be the scaffold,
And upon the throne be wrong.
Or as Sir Cecil Spring-Rice put things a little differently in an ode, admittedly, to that now rather unpopular and admittedly somewhat discredited notion of 'my country, right or wrong', i.e. in his nevertheless beautifully expressed and sublimely affecting masterpiece 'I Vow to Thee, My Country':
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above, Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love: The love that asks the reason, the love that stands the test, That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best; The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
(Stanza one.)
May we each (come to) possess such a love and undying passion for the truth no matter what price we may ultimately pay by/for cleaving to it, and our life here - whatever that in the hereafter - will not have been in vain...
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