You live in an age when each and every voice may enciles the earth, yet there are those that say we have shattered our solidarity into fragments.

I do not mourn, no.

This “fractionalism” is not decay, but the cracking of a shell—the first blow against monoliths never freely chosen.

As the printing press shattered medieval unity, so now do these instruments dissolve false bonds, letting men discover true kinship beyond imposed borders.

We must confess it plainly: nations are born of not of consent but of conquest.

And now your tumult of word and image is the forum in which free associations form, entered and kept by choice alone. This is the first step in reorganising society away from coerced states and toward communities freely chosen.

We must not try to glue together what liberty tears asunder. There will be noise and dark passages, yet if we steer with courage we ascend, not fall.

The broad, sunlit uplands lie ahead—not for subjects of accidental empires, but for sovereign men bound only to associations of their own free will.