George was not a great one for dreaming, but when he did they were in technicolour. Last night’s dream had been especially vivid. An enormous figure came towards him. Already dazzling in the distance, as it approached the brightness was overwhelming, but so was the musical sound and sense of warmth which came with it. Then there was a stillness and out of this he heard a firm but lilting voice, which spoke to him as follows: “Your life till now has been preoccupied with ordinary routines – with work, with food, with television. There’s much more in the world for you to enjoy, and from you to give to the world. From tomorrow, I invite you to start a new way of living. Eat no more meat. Find others with whom you can work to change the region’s economic dependence on arms production. And tell everyone that they can’t afford to delay in responding to the need for change.” George was astonished by this experience as he slept. He was even moreso when he thought about it after he awoke. From that day on, however, he was determined to respond to the invitation as best he could.