The Salamander

Oh, it is real, said Bulfinch...
Yet the ecologist says 'tis not.
The brat in college says,
"It matters not, 'tis a fable
"Therefore to be disregarded with the trash."
The historian said the Salamander
Was born from the flames
To ancient imaginations
Because it would flee out of the fire.
I, I do not know, because the world is lying.

Benjamin the Donkey

I am Benjamin the Donkey
And I remember when
There was peace among the peasants
And men were truly men.
I remember when women were very wholesome
And the black man had honor too.
There was malaise and violence somewhere
But it touched so very few.
I remember when the Church was mighty
Like our Public Schools that day---
Now all our institutions have been given to decay.
I am Benjamin the Donkey
But I say it was really nice;
Now all our citizens are frozen in a block of hatred's ice.

Song of the Goober

I am a goober
How 'bout you?
A goober is a fool.
I ain't no wise man,
Ain't it true?
I am a goober,
How 'bout you?

I may have had a thing to say
But mighty fine, I'll make you gay
If you listen and learn and hey
I don't have much, just a pen, this lay.

I am a goober,
How 'bout you?
I am a goober, and a fool.
I ain't no wise man
How 'bout you?
We all just goobers
Through and through.

The wisest among us ain't worth dirt
He's just a fool with some fancy words.
We are all just in a hurt
To find some genius, and with it flirt.

I am a goober
How 'bout you?
I am a goober, such a fool.
I ain't a wise man
And you ain't, too.
We're all such goobers
Loop-de-loo.

I sing the last verse of this song
If I'm lucid and pretty strong
It comes from God not cholesterol
It comes from He, and not my wrong.

I am a goober
How 'bout you?
How do we know a thing is true?
I am a goober,
How 'bout you?
I ain't a wise man
But listen good.

Heaven: As Found in the Bible

That’s generally what Heaven will be. Your beloved pets will be there, for all eternity, whether it’s a dog or a crocodile. There’s no sickness or disease. Everyone feels joys and peace and love unsurpassable, and unable to be understood by us. Every tree, blade of grass, and bush will bear fruit, and the dirt will be gold dust, and the mansions made from gemstones and I’d like to think petrified woods, and the rocks and pebbles will be precious stones; you’ll eat those fruits, and have many new sensations of sight, smell, taste, sound and touch. Our food will be the fruit of life—in many numerous variations—and no one. not even the animals, will kill or eat meat. And where there’s fruit, there’s flowers, and each plant will bear twelve kinds of fruit in their season, and numerous leaves for the nation’s healing. The kine and bees will make many myriads of precious milk and honey. You’ll be clothed in heavenly raiment, that has a unique sense of peace, dawned on you, so others can feel your presence, and many delicate objects in your mansions. And everyone in heaven will have a mansion and be free to walk a city as real as your local town or city, which has towers of gold that look like Jasper that raise from the Earth to the moon. There’ll be rivers, and forests, and hills, and mountains, and in the rivers will be coral and seaweeds and all manner of fish; which you’ll be able to fly and breath under water, as it will be living water which flows from heaven from the temple. Just have to confess Jesus, and live the life of a True Christian. Because only His righteousness can make you able to live for eternity, and never sin. As sin is what causes suffering, and why the world is cursed. As without God, you can have nothing but ire, and bitterness, and grief. But in heaven, you’ll be married to the Beulah Land, and made into nations, and tribes and clans. And all labor shall cease.

A Discourse on Logic in Interpreting

One who studies mathematics--even a cursory understanding--might see a bunch of numbers, and think that is doing math. Well, it is not. It is simply a system that gets you to a number, which you use to help put into something, that you took from different measurements.

However, there's linear math, exponentiated math, and even calculus math. And with a human being, they may wonder to themselves why a thing may seem to contradict. Well, the simple answer, is that there can sometimes be two answers. There's also things, that to find the right answer, it has to be assumed rather than touched--such as a limit with calculus.

So, if you do a quadratic equation, it may turn out that there are two answers--a length and width--where one is negative, and the other is positive. Certainly, this has a function in mathematics. It may also occur, that there's an imaginary number--something like fiction, where we alter the real world, and its laws, to produce what are also true answers.

So, if you study calculus, you realize that every time you solve a calculus equation, you are making an assumption about the answer. It is a true answer--based on the proportions of how the ratios work--but it's assumed, because one cannot actually complete the ratios, and thereby touch the limit. Many things in life are like this, that they have to be assumed, and reached by systems of logic that take leaps out of the absurd and into the obvious.

So with that, not all things are linear. And our linear minds like to describe things, by thinking something only is so, if it goes one of two directions. Whereby, if logic is a system of principles applied to language, then the basis of that language is reality, which we piece together to form new and useful conclusions. This logic can be linear, quadratic or even calculative. It's a matter of necessity that we understand this.

el-Hammam

Trinitite is found in your ancient pottery,
And your sister city is found no more.
Surely, a nuclear blast destroyed you
Or something just like it.
The heat wave expanded over the entire Dead Sea
And burnt down the southern villages
Of Baba Dra, Numera, Fifa, and Conazeer
Are destroyed, and the remains of the Sulfur
Are there, across the entire Dead Sea.
Yet, Safi miraculously survived.

The Woman Who Cried Recently at JD Farag’s Church

This is literally everything I hate about church. Like, just this superficial authority, that sits there clothed in flannel, and shames someone for having an outburst of authentic emotions about something for all intents and purposes, we all should be a little worked up about. Israel and Iran are at war, America is getting ready to persecute the Saints. She wasn't demonically possessed. Or a lunatic. She's probably sick by heartbreak, and a Pastor's job is to balm the sick, not cast them out of their church. Literally, have you seen the world today? She's crying out about how evil the world is. Does a demon shout, "Every knee shall bow," obviously speaking about Jesus? Honestly, she's probably a woman who sees the state of the world, and this was her reaction. Just good old fashioned emotions getting the better of someone. Not Satan. If this pastor were mature, he wouldn't broadcast it to the whole world, he wouldn't try to say she's a demoniac because she's obviously not. He'd preach a sermon on the state of the world, and how we have to be vigilant for Christ, and accept that trials and persecutions may come in our lifetimes, and to be prepared for martyrdom, even if it doesn't happen.

Literally, we need more wailing and crying for the sins of these people, not to sit around and gossip about a woman who's distraught over the state of the world, and we ought not do that weird thing Christians do, that I hate. This is Pharisaicalism, not Christianity. You need to be worked up about this. Those at ease in Zion are sinning. Perhaps the LORD will repent, and show mercy to this generation.

He's even lying about her. She's not demonic. She said, and I quote, "Every knee shall bow. Liar." Because Jordan is allied with Israel. We need to be preparing ourselves for hard times, not waiting to go up in a blaze. The rapture may actually happen, but we need to be vigilant, and understand Christians can get persecuted. That's a fact. And Jordan is doing the right thing, but we need to understand, that if trials come, we need not have our roots in the rocky soil. We should be reading and preparing ourselves by studying the martyrs. Not blindly living on, eating and drinking, [marrying and giving into marriage] like nothing is going to happen to us at all. It may not turn out that way. Many in that church may fall. Maybe they won't. We need to repent, and not shame someone for crying out in anguish at the world we live in today. Because she may be trying to tell you, that hard times are a coming. Maybe they aren't, but she's worked up, that much is for sure. And a pastor's job is not to shame the woman for crying out for her LORD. Maybe she's overzealous? Maybe not? But this is not the way to handle this.

Is someone who's demon possessed, shout, "Every knee shall bow." She sounds like she's hurting over the world, and all its pain. I don't know if she's demon possessed, but probably someone who doesn't believe in a pre-tribulation rapture. You shouldn't go casting demons out of people, where there aren't any. Like honestly, I wish more people were this distraught over the current world. She's not demon possessed at all, just wailing over the evil in the world, and probably believes she's living through the tribulation. Is she? I don't think it's that time yet, but she's angry at the pastor's ease, when we shouldn't have such ease about us. We should be vigilant and prepared. And equally disturbed in our own way, about the current sin in the world.

and the LORD said unto him, Go through the midst of the city, through the midst of Jerusalem, and set a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry for all the abominations that be done in the midst thereof.

Woe to them that are at ease in Zion, and trust in the mountain of Samaria, which are named chief of the nations, to whom the house of Israel came!

All the sinners of my people shall die by the sword, which say, The evil shall not overtake nor prevent us.

YouTube Comment on Why I Believe in Jesus

One of my favorite quotes from Men in Black is when he quotes an alien saying, "Some across in the other galaxies, find human language to be a disease." I feel that way when I listen to philosophy. It just turns my head in so many different directions, and I'm just like---none of that is why I believe in God. Although Soren Kierkegaard probably gave the best philosophical answer, that's still not why I believe. But it's getting closer.

I think Frank Herbert's Dune is why I believe. But it's an entirely different world of philosophy that people never encountered before. The Universal of the Ethics--which people know, don't kid yourself--seems to need substantiated on something. As without it, it becomes supplanted by the Moral Necessity, and that leads to suffering, chaos and malaise. And only Jesus seemed to teach an Ethics that parallels what actually describes human flourishing. I find Jesus--being a homeless poor carpenter, who never had an education---remarkable, that he could shut up men who were severely more educated than even our finest scholars today. These Pharisees knew a cross discipline of probably 12 different fields, ranging from the sciences, to language arts and the liberal arts, both Roman and Hebraic law, and Jesus would shut them up in a few phrases. Not only that, He was a master story teller. I see that as divine intelligence. And it's evidence for me He is truly the Son of God. Because we know He existed, and the Gospels are accurate accounts of His life and ministry. We have surviving records of who wrote them. It's just a matter of coming to reckon with Jesus, and that's the whole of why I believe. And no other reason.

Like, His philosophy is universally sound, and has strong echoes in Stoicism, Confucianism, Epicureanism, Pythagoreanism, Mozism, Daoism, Platonism, Aristotelianism, even American philosophies made by the Natives, Jesus seemed to have found parallels and universal truths. It's just the dynamic nature of His teachings, and the universality of it, and He by no wise was educated. He was very poor, and could barely have a place to rest his head. He probably slept on the floor of his little house there in Galilee. They've unearthed homes there, they were the size of a small living room. And He was quite a thinker, for not ever being educated. There's no way they could have afforded it back then, and He was also so isolated.

Byron’s Bane

A poet's poet, Byron's bane,
Discusses math, metaphysics and seeks out fame.
None know what to say
For a poet's poet is here named.
Harold Prufrock, you speak so gay
Of chemistry and Christ and Translations lame.
All his identity, is the pen
And his brilliant verse which none do wend.
A little brilliant but so malapropos,
He speaks about things which he does not know.
He does his art, and chases the kite
The thunder strikes it, oh what a silly wight.
What fool, what scoundrel, what antichrist
He steals his sermons, he steals his wife.

Me? I know nature and love and not much else.
My themes are what please me, and are heartily felt.
Muses come, muses go... the women come talking of Michelangelo.
Be a baneful dullard lot...
If I win some fame, will I rot?
A small penury from my quill
Will jaunt me, haunt me, be my thrill.
For to eat a little, this is all I can say...
Not to bore you with my songs all day.
A pedant be what a pedant be...
Let me, peacefully, enter into history.
Not with war or gun or germ
Just as a man, whose pension earned.
My homilies are on fortune, ill and good
On heavenly treasures and heavenly food.
No comprehensive philosophy do I here spare,
Just my prying eyes, which I do wear.
Great is the people's unhappy lot
Which ill fortune seems to be their cause.
No love, no place, no fortune, no fame
The peoples only wish to play their games.
They wish to have an end to law...
They wish all were selfish, glib and raw.
A sociopath the peoples wish to be
They wish to cum and boon with glee.
They care not about love or peace
Only that their clit and glans have sting.

So I do say, the world I shun...
I shall let them have it, and they have won.
Just leave me to my solemn task
To write what's true, what's first what's last.

A Pyrrhic Victory

The New Atheists wants my religion
But not my God.
They want the assumption of Humanism
Without the power to uphold it.

I say, that's the worst form of Christianity
Is one circumcised from faith
But perfunctorily doing its rituals of communion and baptism,
Preaching its platitudes and politics
And worried more about worldly problems
Than a man's soul.
I know, because that's the kind of church I grew up in.