In Place of an Epilogue
How many tragedies has war created? How many people have died, been crippled, robbed of any chance of a productive life? Who knows how many of those whom war has crippled and destroyed might have been great people—the Lomonosovs, Push-kins, Mendeleyevs, Tolstoys, Doestoyevskys, Tchai-kovskys, Pavlovs, and Corkys of our time? Among them some may have been great scientists who would have made life even brighter, more promising.
Were it not for war, the world would have become a great place to live long ago. In this age we have an opportunity to build and create a fine and beautiful world, to feed, clothe, and shelter all of mankind, not only the present generation but those for centuries to come.
The water and earth of this world have an endless supply of energy and raw material, there is no need to fear any shortage of them. Soon there will be flights to outer space—first to the moon and the nearest planets. This will give us an even greater chance to enrich life with rare elements and substances that may be more plentiful on planets other than the earth. We could do this, were it not for war. . . .