1. The Saint and the Punished

The joys he'll enter into, in Zion, are beyond compare. Mansions, cities of gemstones raised the height of the earth to the moon, countrysides, rivers, mountains, valleys, lakes, the trees of the Fruit of Life, lush fertile plains, beautifully woven courts within the City itself likened to the most beautiful State Parks imaginable within its decadent cube; with flowing rivers and waterfalls; even all the animals of the Saints will be there, and all of our precious creatures we loved.  Streets paved with gold, and Pearl gates. Decadent food and drinks, with no hunger or thirst. And he'll be married to Zion, and call the Land Beulah.

If you do not accept Jesus, you'll be imprisoned in a cell of sandstone, licked with flame, and if you were really bad, will be tormented by a demon as your cellmate. You'll descend the tunnel of hell, into the grave, and appear in the caverns of hell, and meet the Satyrs, Dragons, Imps and Cockatrices, and they'll take you to your abode, where you will rot with worms in your wounds, being wounded, and have no thought, no wisdom, no activity, and have all your love stolen from you. You'll feel like a rolled up ball, being tossed around, and never at rest. And your only peace will be that you are where you ought.

2. The Music

The wise hate the wailing of the harp;
They hate the guttural chords,
And howling melodies.

In the society's decadence, 
The music turns to emotive phrase,
And guttural noise;
When at its peak,
The music was peace.

So also, does the harp and lyre
Fill every decadent room,
Every ear is held to the shell
So they can listen to the sea
Of melodies.
At their labor, art permeates every corridor.
The ubiquitous noise omnipresent
So that nowhere can you ever hear again
The pleasant noise of people's voices
In their bubbly hubbub.

Rather, all there is is the music
In its guttural noises, 
And strong, emotive sounds;
Filling all who hear it with stirring melancholy.
Or, with lusty anger and hot sex.
And everywhere it is...
You cannot escape it.

I had thought I lost this poem,
But providence desired it to be sung once more.

3. Jesus' Tunic

Do you remember Joseph?
His coat of many colors?
Made for him by Rachel,
His mother?

Jesus had a tunic
Made without a single seam
Woven from top to bottom,
By Mary.

I recall, that it was His 
Most prized possession;
A tunic. Which, having coats
Myself, I

Know the pride of a warm, well crafted coat,
How it keeps warm in the 
Bitterest of colds, if a tunic also lie
Underneath.

There is a pride to what keeps warm
Which Jesus referred to his Tunic
An awful lot. Being His most prized possession.
Love was stitched

Into this innocent thing; it was the source
Of many of His most difficult sayings,
Where we say, "That's not true,"
Lo, it is.

And that same thing was stolen from Him
On the day of His death, His only comfort;
The thing which was worn, made by His mother,
And He died

As was prophesied, with the garment
Cast lots over by the Centurion who killed Him.
Woe to that man's theft, for how can it be forgiven?
Yet it can.

4. Ancient Revelry

The tares, from their infancy,
Are sown into black soils,
And there they grow with 
Instruments of anarchy.
They stab, they fight,
They poison, they kill,
With the dagger, with fist,
With chalice, with sword;
Every object in their home is cursed.
They fly upon their broomsticks,
They dance nude and enter one another;
They only allow the poets who are naughty
To be spoken in their ancient Golden Era.
And to them, it is joy, the hellish stress,
For they remember their Garden of Earthly Delight.
And they wish to once more bring this age
To fruition, now that Christianity had abated that hell.
Do not acquiesce. Fight with words, and slay the dragon
With the breath of our peaceful prosperities.

5. Vile

Vile things are in every culture.
Vile things are in every time.
Today, it is mutilation of children.
Yesterday, it was chattel slavery.
Tomorrow, who knows?

The obdurate child gets taken from his home.
Stiff necked, and unapologetic, he'd rather
Be placed in foster care, to avoid his parents.
They don't want him to be permanently changed.

The men and women, walking in their rows
Of chains, shackled together, blood dripping down their backs,
A whip cracking, and a husband and wife torn apart
With the screaming infant between their arms.

What gross thing will tomorrow bring?
What invasive disease of the mind will it infect us with?
What horrible thing, will normal and sane individuals
Believe is right, and the rest of us murmur in half toleration? 
The fact of the first thirty years of my life
Was that we had finally gotten it right,
And didn't have any of this. What a shame things went so awry.

6. The Trial

Trump is on trial.
He reads "Before the Law"
He doesn't understand it
But I do.

One door, made for him,
One law, made for him,
One gatekeeper---
Just like all of us it seems,
It will be one day,
A law made for each man
And a sentence just as absurd.
And one man piously sits,
Unquestioning, for it is the matter
Of the State that this solitary law
Be followed, and so with every other man
His own solitary Law
With no rhyme or reason
Than the very fact that it is.

7. She Couldn't Save Me

In a dream, or a vision,
I was cleaning up my life.
My mother, my dear mother,
Was apathetic in her strife.
She would not pick up a broom,
She would not make haste.
So, I left upon my dream
For I could not tell if I, she hates.

Then, upon my bed, I saw a youth who was from my past.
I lay upon my bed, with my Pound Puppy at my breast.
And there was she, for whom I loved,
And my worst fear was seen
A nightmare had succumbed me
And I learned she was a fiend.

Then, at last, we were careening out of control.
I had no lover, I had no friend, so "Amarisa" I told
Shouting it, shouting it, "Amarisa" I did.
The truck crashed, and it killed all my friends.
Then I was ghost, hovering above the scene I dread,
I had not raised, I had not fell, but I knew I was surly dead.

Then, I woke in an asylum for the insane.
I thought I was on a movie set,
I found it all very strange.
I ran for the door, warning all of my insight.
A nurse had tackled me, and then "Jesus" I had cried.
I crawled upon the floor, I inched my very way
Every painful movement, I cried "Jesus" all the way.

At the last, I came to the end, it was a mall with open door;
A stadium was filling with children, who saw me in my state so poor.
Yet, at the end, I reached up for that door,
A voice said, "Brandon, open," and I opened up the door.
At that moment I woke from the horrid vision my mind aroused,
And I renounced that idol "Amarisa", and wrote this verse profound.
Only one name under heaven, I found tonight is true.
It is the LORD Jesus, and I come to caution you.
If by my writing you feel blessed, it is because it's all a song
Made for that one and only savior, not for Amarisa wrong.
Yet, do not worship---it is a tricky verse---
That Daughter of Zion, of which I'm well rehearsed.
It is just a fancy, a strange and idol thought...
Yet it shall remain, for Jesus I have taught.

There is only one name, that saves a man or child,
There is only one name, that can save murderer or pedophile,
Or rapist, or theif, or blasphemer or Jew,
Or Gentile, or Greek, and not a number very few....
It is that man named Jesus, who died upon a cross.
Let no accursèd cult spring from me, for now I know the cost.
I proclaim one Name, that is Jesus Christ my God...
Any other name proclaimed, leads to an awful loss.

8. Jorgia Erin Amaris O'Conner

I fell in love with you.
You became my obsession.
My Beatrice. My Amélie.
You became my idol. Yes, you.
In your blue dress, I saw you
With such godly joy. Like being
In the presence of God.
I must confess it was very strange.
But, I break that yoke for another.
A lighter yoke, that of my Friend.
For calling out to you at night,
It never once saved me. But Christ did.
You are a phantom, who I don't know.
But, I do still believe I will be married to Zion
In the eternal abode I shall one day inhabit.
I do say, if in life I am alone, it is the one thing which could make it worthwhile.

9. Why P Cannot Always Equal NP

It's the proverbial Squaring of the Circle.
The limits of Coefficients in a system,
Which would create NP, cannot always
Be described by P, due to the limitations on geometry.

Every system of equation is defined by a shape.
And simply put, there are limits to every shape
Which makes it impossible to conform some shapes into other shapes.
I think anyway.

In fact, through further rumination,
If P could always equal NP, 
It would break down the very notion of equalities.
P equaling NP 
Would be the same as saying
 πr^2=l*w.
Fundamentally, the axioms of one shape,
Cannot translate to another.
If they could, there'd be no use for mathematics.

In fact, I'd further say,
That if P equaled NP,
One would have a universal equation
And System for solving all axioms of Geometry.
Which, fundamentally, cannot be true.
As Pi is no more described in a square
As Length and Width  are described by a radius.
The shapes have different axioms
By which they must follow,
Which require new calculations on their part
To describe each geometric figure.
So with, any Nondeterministic Polynomial
Cannot always be equated into a Polynomial.
As each Nondeterministic Polynomial
Will be defined by its unique shape and dimensions.
Simply, it cannot be so.

Therefore, Some NP cannot be equal to P.

10. I Am By No Means a Mathematician

I am by no means a mathematician.
However, when I come to P = NP---
Dazzled by the complexity of the equations---
I look at each equation like a shape.
As if each equation represented a simple shape;
Or, even a very complex shape.

In my limited exploration of geometry,
I know a few very basic things.
One cannot take the shape of a Right Triangle,
And use the Pythagorean T heorem
To explain an Isosceles. 

And seeing that NP and P 
Can be reduced to this principle,
At its most basic level,
The most fundamental thing to learn
From this system, is that we CANNOT
Generalize a rule for all shapes.
We cannot, for instance, 
Call an equation a polynomial
If it has three dimensions, for example.
If there is a cubed variable,
The equation no longer is a Polynomial.

I think people approach the problem
From the angle of where I approached
Pythagorean Theorem.
It seems intuitive,
To think the proof lies
In the hypotenuse being like a crossed section
Of a quadrilateral. 
But, that is not why it solves.
It seems possible...
Even very likely,
To where you'll be duped into thinking it.
But, upon keen observations,
And studying the equations and dimensions,
You find it cannot be so
As it would break down equalities and the laws of algebra.

So, also, I think NP equaling P
Would be the same notion,
Of it seeming intuitive,
That a solution can be made.
But, generally, what's intuitive can be deceptive,
And what's more, you cannot define
The Pythagorean Theorem for a Circle,
Any more than Pi would apply
To a Square.
Sure, one can make equal anything,
But by means of deduction,
There is no way outside of empirical observation
To determine a shape, and how the laws
Of objective space apply to it.
Adding the dimension of time
Further complicates this, and makes even more complex shapes,
Which I believe, its geometry, must be studied independently 
For each individual problem.
Much like the philosophers of auld would study shapes
To determine axioms and principles.

Thereby, one must study the shapes
And derive new axioms for each individual shape.
And possibly, that will be the occupation of many brilliant minds come the future, what will.

11. God Defines Me

He's written my story from start to finish. 
My name is"Broom Tree on a Hill Crown Newpeace";
With my brillo head.
I decided to be a writer from the start,
So progressed into Poesy.
Southey and Coleridge wished to come to my reigion
---the Susquehanna valley---
in order to create a "Pantocracy", 
I write in a style similar to them
And also began writing with utopian visions. 
Not only that, Longfellow---America's finest poet---
Had married a woman named "Mary Storer Potter", 
And my best friend has a same last name.
So, there's definitely evidence of God working in my life, 
Particularly, to lead me into my profession, and also to my work. 
None of that could have been coincidental.

12. The Class Machine

No cleric can surpass the king
No, not even in democracy.
The fiefdom is set, as the cook
Makes Metalcore, and lives 
His worst life now.

Was not da Vinci a clerk?
Say we had more freedom then
Than we do now?

The modern Feudalism is set,
As the Wokies march in order,
Ushering in Communism.
That new generation rises,
One with the royal cavalcades
And the flying chariots...
The peoples worship them as gods.

Science is magic
And no man,
Whose own grandfather
Used to dig a hole in the ground
Can rise to the ranks of Poet Laureate;
No, not in this day.

The Laurel sings her rage,
That Boomerang can kill her
The minute she fires her Pineapple;
Though she wants to fight for her freedom,
Yet the mass graves shall be the cost.
Republicans in their rows,
Mowed down by machines and not men;
Waging their wars with Bow and Knife.

Yes, you crowned emperor,
This is a new generation...
One where you rise above all
In glutted fest, and say "I AM".
Crown the Empire,
The ashes of all I love are destroyed,
For to fight is futile.

So, let me die if I must.
And my Blood shall kindle the flame
Like Polycarp, and in Peace
Freedom shall persuade and win.

13.  Innocence

A squid tentacle constricts
A boat, moored on a canvas
Over a hundred years ago.

The decadent painter
Paints over the Baronry's 
Prized collection.

Is this not like the wealth
Of many generations, wasted
By the slogans of communism?

Is this not like the fool,
Whom, finding that Gospel Pearl,
Throws it back into the sea?

For once, the wealth was spread,
And the Pearl need not be hid
From the salacious Trusts;
.
It was there for the common man to shuck.
Yet he swallowed up the pearl,
And kept its shell, by entertaining his audience

With his vandalism.

The communist is like this man,
In that she paints over the canvas of
Civilization with her tentacles;

She covers wealth with her idle decadence.
She knows not Capitalism lifted the world
Out of poverty, and gave the common lay, even,

Priceless art. No... She paints over it
With her squid tentacles,
And spoils generations' worth of wealth.

14. Evolution of Thought 4/13/23

AI, is it smart? No... the mathematician proves it.
Cubed Rooted Negatives are impossible. 
But Quartic and Eighthic rooted negatives are not.
The fool says AI can be intelligent, because he believes
It already is---though, it is merely mimicry. 
Not creativity. It repeats the formulae of essays
Upon essays, and only knows how to simplify them;
It doesn't understand nuance.
 P cannot equal NP all the time---
Some NP cannot equal P---yet, it is not in my poem.
Someone is editing my work, without my knowledge.
I swear an oath, but it is not so. It is only my faulty memory.
I said, "Not Always" but not "Some".
Jordan Peterson wants to create a better world with Religion's Law,
But such a world would be unmerciful,
Save God reign, and judge, and preside over our hearts and minds.
Law without Grace is Hell.
I walk through the State Park,
The tree with an ear has a microphone,
So I believe, and the Bathroom too,
And the tree that looks like a boob.
It opens up to an underground base,
And in the lake, when drained,
They prepared for World War III,
And the rockets would ascend out of the waters.
I would wave my hand, and with faith it would all vanish,
And I would be left unmolested.
The Carpenter ant, so 
Giously walks across my path
Bold, and happy, with the little samara shivering in her mandible.
I wonder if God's eyes are not on such little things.
The plane with the red tailfin flies by, ever so silently,
So I wonder if it is a chariot from Jotunheim,
And the funny camera by the roadside reads my thoughts.
The preacher preaches a sermon on the most horrific child abuse;
She screams, "Where was God when my uncle had done so!"
Where was God when my best friends abandoned me
And showed no inkling of mercy toward my youthful offense?
Or when my peers bullied me? Or when my mother divorced my dad?
Or when all the mean and nasty things were said?
Yet not one hair on my head was ever harmed---
Where was God when my dad received cancer
From the shame and disappointment of his beloved son?
Yet God's providence has always protected me.
I know not why, but possibly because He knows I will never lose my faith.
A semi-circle also can become like a chord in Intersecting Chords Theorem.
Ah, Oh Grecia and Persia, you fight your twenty-five hundred year long war;
Still raging even to this day, and may be a cataclysmic end,
Northern and Southern Kingdoms; how Israel tossels between them.
For a very short time, did Rome Suzerain over Persia; possess the world.
Zoroastrianism morphed into Islam, yet the Northern and Southern 
Kings control the world, like a Yin and Yang ensign;
Though do not be fooled, neither are good, both are evil.

15. The Conflict of Creation

I will never mystify you with how I create.
Call it an inner voice, call it a conscience,
Call it the voice of God...
But, I don't seek to persuade you that it's anymore than
Genius, like such which causes the grapes to grow
Or the performance to be good,
Or the wine to accent meat with its berry.
I will never use mystic words
Or try to dupe you into believing this comes from me.
It comes from practice---
Not some bold power of self will.
Just practice, and a little help from God.

16. The Olive, The Fig, The Vine and the Bramble

Brother and Sister of the True vine,
That Olive and Fig---
The Olive with his fatness,
The Fig with her sweetness;
Gideon and Deborah,
Elijah and Mary Magdalene;
What distinguishes thou?
When offered a crown, ye cast it;
Ye forsake the world, and worldly authority.
Oh, the Vine, when pierced---
You True Vine, you who merry the hearts of God and Man,
You too had been lifted up,
And would not take Your Kingdom with the Twelve Legions of Angels;
Not before you were lifted up.
Yet, the Bramble with his Shadow
Says, "Give me authority,
"And I shall guide ye well!"
And he is a fire which burns like hell's black flame.

17. Fools and Philosophers

I look at all the philosophers handed down through history,
And I wonder, "How simple it would be, if their teacher were Christ alone?"
Then, I suppose, there would not be any confusion about the most basic truths.

18. Kaleidodream

Do you not know? The robot does not dream?
Do you not know, that it plagiarizes you, and yes me?
The swirling subconsciousness of a hundred million artists
Get copied and pasted over a sentence or line of text.
The author of that text believes it is the magic of mind---
He believes it is intellect, and creativity of the machine.
No... it is the intellect and creativity of millions of artists
Which the AI picks and chooses, and warps
Around a few platitudes of thought.
And the author of such thought says, "I can not do better."
Yet, I, being an artist, see only the wish fulfillment
Of having one's immediate, and simplistic fancy
Shown as a flashy, surrealist portrait.

No, my loves, the true artist is you who wrote the prompt.
For that subconscious thought then gets woven
By the machine, to create what is pretty,
But not sublime.

19. Otaku

Am I just an obsessed hobbyist?
Spending hours a day,
Surfing for inspiration...
Is it only money that makes a career?

Music,
Art,
Science,
Literature,
Poetry,
History,
Psychology,
Sociology,
Maths,
Theology,
Philosophy,

For what?

Would I have been better off
Learning how to play a video game real well?
To know nothing about our world?
Twiddle my thumbs,
And I could have made a fortune.
I could have been a good poker player,
Or a bad chess player,
Or a good COD player,
Or I  could play pinochle,
Or be a professional Magic The Gathering Player,
Or I could play Fortnite,
Or I could have made a YouTube channel
Where I got really good at Mario or Rome Total War,
Or playing Minecraft all day
And make my fortune?
To commentate on Comic Book fads
And react to some stranger's fifteen minutes of fame
Or classic rock songs I've heard a million times
And speculate on the latest celebrity gossip?
I could have beat myself,
Made a fool out of myself,
Like a Jackass
And give my exorbitant riches to the poor.

No, instead I chose to grow up.
And am punished for it,
By not being allowed to.

All my target audiences are trapped in eternal youth
Like I am the sole man left on Earth.

20. How to Read a Poem

Read once.
Read twice.
Then labor over every line.
Look at every comma, 
And learn every word in time.
Find every allusion,
Find every hidden word---
Read over a lifetime,
And you shall know that verse.

21. The Anti-Nietzsche Aphorism

The highest form in this life, 
Succumbs to work which sustains us, 
A true love,
The quest for knowledge.
And contentment with this lot.
Then, we die and reap whatever we have sown.

22. Historicity of Genesis; Flood, Nimrod and Battle of Siddom

Mid-24th Century Anomaly, 
It collapses all civilizations;
Almost like a global flood? Then,
Sargon that Nimrod, built His empire, 
And three hundred years later, would,
Ride, Abraham! and pursue those Elamite foes.
Make haste to avenge Ur, to impose that Amorite King
Melchizedek, king of Salem, to instill Babylonian rule.

23. Two Black Maidens

Two black maidens set their minds to proof...
They do their math, and prove.
Calculus, they use, to prove Pythagorean Theorem,
Yet Calculus is proven so much, so
That Pythagorean Theorem is proven too!

It is a biconditional,
Two Tautologies that necessitate.
The very crux of Equalities,
And the very crux of all mathematics and logic.
It is how, oh my souls,
That science knows.

24. Hell's Party

Hell's Party, for those who wish to go,
Will be unbridled, lawless rage.
It will be eternal sin, and damnation.
Satan dupes you into believing it will be fun,
Because sin was fun.
The little innocent bear pong game,
The one night stand,
The practical jokes...

They turn into MK Ultra  drugs,
Rape and forced relationships with hideous monsters,
And torture chambers.

The party guests arrive,
And Satan says, "No Rules Yeah!"
And the party guests cry out for glory,
And then the suffering begins.
No rules, no regulations, all murder, theft and adultery allowed.
And we soon see what hell actually is.
It is sin unbridled by God's Law.

25. Jehovahjirah

The LORD will be seen;
And like the ram provided
To Abraham, when seen,
The LORD had been an ox, aleph, A
Sacrificed for the covenant, tav., t
The Seed of the woman
Bit in His Ankle by the Serpent,
Crushed the serpent's head.
The seed and sprout of Jesse
Grew, and all was placed under His domain.
For, the curse brought great suffering
Into the world---for with sin there is the curse
Of suffering, for all sin causes suffering.
And by the crucifixion of our LORD
All our sin was pierced into Him,
Making us, like He, whom God sees.
Therefore, we are the little Christs,
Whom the world sees as if we were He---
And the world hates us, mocks us,
Scorns us. Why? Because it is the cause
Of all our suffering, and we tell it so.
Yet that suffering is nailed into Jesus
At the cross, so we one day see God face to face.

26. The Gospels as Witness

Mathew, if first written in Aramaic,
Papias says John Son of Thunder
Said Matthew was written by Matthew in Hebrew,
Does this not prove Matthew was written by
Matthew? Papias XX says John the Elder is
John Son of Thunder, and that John dictated his Gospel to Papias.
Luke is also considered a premier Historian.
Evidence that Demands a Verdict, 86.
And Mark is written by memory,
On the testimony of Peter.
And would Q not most likely be the man Jesus Himself?

27. The Cycle

The Jolly Mother Idol, imbued in a civilization
Ancient, and now gone... their Neolithic
Art of cattle and human skulls,
Which were made into displays
And arm rests,---their paintings of the hunt
Scribed throughout the world on cave walls;
Their houses of clay, with roof streets
And well kept, with ovens and warm spaces.
It was destroyed by, yes, the Flood.

Then arose the Semitic Pantheon
Of Baal-El, Baal, and Asherah.
And they arose, to their gross heights.
They built upon their civilization,
Ancient and ubiquitous.
And then Israel wiped them out,
And finally Rome when it had conquered Carthage.

And then Rome had grown, and grew to great stature.
It grew, it grew, it grew, and the Greek Pantheon
Ruled the world. And soon it brought chaos
By its lusty and rapturous gods,
And like Hyenas they wafted from Male to Female
And from Female back to Male;
And what chaos it did bring!
Until the Christians converted Constantine
And with Peace, did Christianity cover the world.

And as a last age, will not the wicked raise the idol once again
Gaia, mother Earth, and the Titans overthrown
By the new Pantheon, Greece overtaken by War
And its pantheon of comfort, prosperity and food and drink.
And then, at last, the creature raises from the depths
And causes all men to worship it;
Worship the Earth, so that the gods and goddesses
Can fly upon their chariots, and live by their arcane magic.
And the poor upon the earth shall lament, and take up this cry
Against the wicked generation, they shall Cry for Christ
And His age, for at least then there was peace.

28. A Priori

The entire world understands itself
Through practice of vacuous equations---
That is why no one can tell what is true.

No math can work, without being applied.

No math can be proven, unless by real
Phenomena, and its prediction of
Their physics. We know much metaphysics
As is our primary education,
But confuse all a priori logic,
Which substitutes whim and desire for
What is actually in the real world.

So men and women are like hyenas
And not like men or women; yet even 
There, we find the modern fashion exposed.

29. 1,666

My last post was 1,666.
Almost like the divine providence speaks loud and bold.

30. Ye Old SToics

An old Stoic once told a man
Who lost everything he owned
To a raging inferno
That it was not his to begin with.
That everything was borrowed.
The wise sage said, "You do not deserve what you want."

If you wish to live in a world like that,
Where law is who can rip the meat
From the lioness' mouth;
Yet, God is abundant in promises.
Though, in my suffering I do not blame Him,
I blame you.

Why is it, that I answer and do so much work
And get unrecognized for it?
While my ideas are stolen, and my seed
Blows about the wind?
Yes, there is a man who doesn't labor for wisdom;
Ought that man be?

The perfect philosopher might be among you
But no one will listen to him.
They pick and peck like vultures
Taking his meat from off his bones,
Leaving him shivering cold amidst the carnage.
And this is how it ought to be?
Yes? Because the old Stoic glibly consoles
The man who is suffering by telling him
That his suffering is for naught?
That he did not deserve the things which he lost?

Certainly, I don't deserve it...
I don't intend to make that case,
But work needs to be paid for.
And my work is not being paid.
So, there is some injustice happening
Where I reveal secrets
And yet my own vineyard is spoiled
For the jealousy of my paternal sire.
His fantasy for me is to be like a child
As long as I live, and to grow old and gray
Still yoked to the chain of his condescension.
Yet, such is the situation of a true prophet,
And with that badge of honor,
I am at rest.


©2023 B. K. Neifert
All Rights Reserved

Do you remember Joseph?
His coat of many colors?
Made for him by Rachel,
His mother?

Jesus had a tunic
Made without a single seam
Woven from top to bottom,
By Mary.

I recall, that it was His 
Most prized possession;
A tunic. Which, having coats
Myself, I

Know the pride of a warm coat,
How it keeps warm in the 
Bitterest of colds, if a tunic also lie
Underneath.

There is a pride to what keeps warm
Which Jesus referred to his Tunic
An awful lot. Being His most prized possession.
Love was stitched

Into this innocent thing; it was the source
Of many of His most difficult sayings,
Where we say, "That's not true,"
Lo, it is.

And that same thing was stolen from Him
On the day of His death, His only comfort;
The thing which was worn, made by His mother,
And he died

As was prophesied, with the garment
Cast lots over by the Centurion who killed Him.
Woe to that man's theft, for how can it be forgiven?
Yet it can.

The joys he'll enter into, in Zion, are beyond compare. Mansions, cities of gemstones raised the height of the earth to the moon, countrysides, rivers, mountains, valleys, lakes, the trees of the Fruit of Life, lush fertile plains, beautifully woven courts within the City itself likened to the most beautiful State Parks imaginable within its decadent cube; with flowing rivers and waterfalls; even all the animals of the Saints will be there, and all of our precious creatures we loved.  Streets paved with gold, and Pearl gates. Decadent food and drinks, with no hunger or thirst. And he'll be married to Zion, and call the Land Beulah.

If you do not accept Jesus, you'll be imprisoned in a cell of sandstone, licked with flame, and if you were really bad, will be tormented by a demon as your cellmate. You'll descend the tunnel of hell, into the grave, and appear in the caverns of hell, and meet the Satyrs, Dragons, Imps and Cockatrices, and they'll take you to your abode, where you will rot with worms in your wounds, being wounded, and have no thought, no wisdom, no activity, and have all your love stolen from you. You'll feel like a rolled up ball, being tossed around, and never at rest. And your only peace will be that you are where you ought.

Mathew, if first written in Aramaic,
Papias says John Son of Thunder
Said Matthew was written in Hebrew,
Does this not prove Matthew was written by
Matthew? Papias XX says John the Elder is
John Son of Thunder, and that John dictated his Gospel to Papias.
Luke is also considered a premier Historian.
Evidence that Demands a Verdict, 86.
And Mark is written by memory,
On the testimony of Peter.
And would Q not most likely be the man Jesus Himself?

The wise hate the wailing of the harp;
They hate the guttural chords,
And howling melodies.

In the society's decadence, 
The music turns to emotive phrase,
And guttural noise;
When at its peak,
The music was peace.

So also, does the harp and lyre
Fill every decadent room,
Every ear is held to the shell
So they can listen to the sea
Of melodies.
At their labor, art permeates every corridor.
The ubiquitous noise omnipresent
So that nowhere can you ever hear again
The pleasant noise of people's voices
In their bubbly hubbub.

Rather, all there is is the music
In its guttural noises, 
And strong, emotive sounds;
Filling all who hear it with stirring melancholy.
Or, with lusty anger and hot sex.
And everywhere it is...
You cannot escape it.

I had thought I lost this poem,
But providence desired it to be sung once more.

I will do my rating of Philosophers. 

So, if 1 is the gambling bar fool, 1000 is King Solomon. I will rank philosophers from top to bottom, based on this system. I will simply rate it, based on the wisdom they can instill. And nothing more. I'm only doing philosophers and thinkers I've studied.

Leo Tolstoy - 1000
Mozi - 1000
Euclid - 999
Pythagoras - 998
Montaigne - 998
Thomas Aquinas - 989
George Washington - 980
Plutarch - 980
Emerson - 980
Benjamin Franklin - 970
Lucretius - 970
Ptahhotep - 970
Adam Smith - 950
Aristotle - 950
St. Augustine - 950
Oruka - 945
Plato - 940
Mencius - 920
Machiavelli - 910
Sir Thomas Moore - 905
Thomas Sowell - 902
Victor Hugo - 900
Eric Hoffer - 900
Confucius - 800
Herodotus -800
G. K. Chesterton - 800
Bishop Robert Barron - 790
Dostoevsky - 789
C. S. Lewis - 777
Sam Harris - 750
Balthazar Gracian - 700
Lao Tsu - 700
John Green - 600
Guru Nanak - 600
Matt Walsh - 575
Carl Jung - 550
Robert Greene - 525
Hank Green - 500
Thomas Hobbes - 500
George Orwell - 500
Kant - 430
Kierkegaard - 430
John Locke - 410
Freud - 400
Ayn Rand - 320
Jordan Peterson - 300
Albert Einstein - 300
Keanu Reeves - 230  (Just for a Reference)
Nietzsche - 230
Karl Marx - 230
Martin Heidegger - 200
Bukowski - 150
Bertrand Russell - 140
Rosseau - 100
Voltaire - 90
Chanakya - 45
David Hume - 30
Siddhartha - 2 
Me at 17 - 1
Me at 13 - .5

Alain de Lille, he preaches his homilies
Against Sodom and Gomorrah. 
Yet, the peoples still do not listen.
Yet, they frolic like in the Garden of Earthly Delights.

One in forty thousand googleplex.

O, Philip, tax the clergy!
Boniface orders his vain bulls.
Dungeons, chains, torture,
Boniface dies from his wounds.

Not a perfect man,
A man, who like Odysseus,
Used a Trojan Bull to commit pogrom.

One in forty thousand googleplex.

The Pope's dictum is ignored, though,
And the nations, against Papal decree,
Enter into One hundred years of war.

One in forty thousand googleplex.

Is the probability of life originating
On this planet through means of evolution.

Meditation 1

Insanity is believing something, which isn't true. Ramanujan went insane because his equations were not feasible. Mathematicians, when they focus  on falsehoods, lose their minds. It's the same with Philosophers.

We must align our thoughts, behaviors and observations with the Logos---God's immutable Law. If we do not, we lose touch with reality, and become out of sync with the LORD's Will, and will have skewed perceptions about creation.

All insanity comes from two sources:

Either a misalignment within our understanding of  nature and being, or a fault of conscience, where we cannot reconcile our behaviors with our idealized self. All insanity comes from those two purposes. And when one begins to recognize that the two are one in the same, one begins to pull outside of insanity and reclaim all sound mind again.














Meditation 2

All cultures and civilizations have accessed Logos---and wherever there was good, and unburdensome society, and wholesome practices, and justice and love and equity, there was the Logos. Malcom X, when converting to Sunni Islam, confronted the Logos at Mecca.

However, Logos is one Person of God's Trinity. It is the Son, embodied in the Flesh of God's Word, and all wisdom proceeds from Him. But, Life and Divine Judgment proceed from God, also. The spirit of man, is his life. The judgment of man is in God's hand. And the Spirit of God is eternal life.

Yet, it is true, that throughout all of history, poets have found the eternal springs.


















Meditation 3

As Confucius had said, all justice, all artistic beauty, all aspects of civilization, come through a proper ordering of names. Without which, one has disorder, and men proceed to think thoughts genesised only in their own foolish minds.

Therefore, to have ordered society, and ordered life, one proceeds to need definition for things, which align with their innate being. Without which, men are lost to confusion, and nothing, from the arts, to civil courts, to even open discourse upon the streets and the citizen's daily habits, can be done in peace.





















Meditation 4

The wise sages have found universal attributes in a mother's comfort. The wise writers, too. The wise psychologists. But, it is also true for the paternal instinct, as well.





























Meditation 5 

All readings convey a sense, which becomes universal. Two men, approaching a difficult text, can each equally find as many trivial differences as there are stars in the heavens. But, we can be sure that that which they find in common, is indeed a sense of what the writer had conveyed.

Therefore, when interpreting the Bible, listen to what the great sages had said, but first form your own thoughts. If your thoughts are found in those wise Theologians, than indeed, you are an interpreter as well. If not, seek out Pastors and Shepherds to herd you to your proper habitation.





















Meditation 6

Aristotle noted that the man without Logos is natured as a slave. I do not agree with this sentiment. Rather, I value freedom. The criminal already is a slave, but not the innocent man who merely cannot know a wise thought from a foolish one.

However, society must be ordered so that those who have Logos are the Judges, and those without Logos are not. For, too often, people who cannot see the sense of God's creation become instilled in high places, and from there flows all corruption. 

These, who cannot judge right from wrong inherently, are to follow those who can.


















Meditation 7

I have seen unintelligent men blessed with wisdom, and I have seen geniuses cursed with folly. The Fear of God is the difference between the two men, and those with no fear of God, cannot know what is right from wrong.




























Meditation 8

The Logos is what is true. If the number 3.14  and π is the language, the axiom it represents is the Logos. Therefore, in human psychology, the Logos is what would create flourishing, and admonishes what would create harm. In Philosophy, the Logos is what is true, able to distinguish from what is false. In Math the Logos is the aspect of being and nature which the algebra, calculus and numerals describe.

When reading a story, it is often the Logos which we discover in it. And if we are not wise enough, we do not enjoy the work. For, we say, "What sense does this have?" 

It is also true, that disorderly thought, and disorderly belief creates fractures of Logos, and diverge species upon species which have no right definition.
















Meditation 9

I am writing a philosophy text. Not a religious text. Make no mistake: Any religious notion made canon comes from God's authority, and is accepted as canon by all the Church, not just one part of it.

The ordination of the Scripture has a tone of Logos which only it has. It can be found in ancient forms of poetry, where the LORD had not revealed Himself yet. And this is what creates confusion. But, as Paul had said, "God winked through the Poets." Which, God spoke to civilizations through men like Virgil and Ptahhotep; and echoes of God's word have been placed in the scriptures of Islam and Hinduism.

Yet, what divine source and revelation the Bible has, it is the full revelation of God, unadulterated. For, it is the only Holy Text which can predict its next evolution.

Do you feel the tone I speak? It is a wise tone, but can very easily become a Cult. If you see this tone, and it claims to be the Word of God, it is not. It is a lie if it claims to be the Word of God. It is merely the teachings of a man.










Meditation 10

The Nazi ideal was a racial motivation to create a social hierarchy, and enslave those beneath them. It was an engine of Socialism as much as Racism. CRT and Inclusivity, have reflections of the same. And I think it will echo throughout history, as one of the vilest forms of fascism the world has ever known. Not for the wars it caused, or the people it killed, but for the unhappy state it left civilization in, which was once felicitous.
























Meditation 11

Ralph Waldo Emerson and Michel Montaigne, both had spoken wisely on the Logos. 

That there is a sense to all things we read---even at times a precise meaning, like one were studying a clock and its gears---that guides the human minds to similar destinations.

If we decide to stray from this, and interpolate, there is a sense that the reader must confess that they are doing interpolation and not interpretation.

For, wisdom can come from interpolation---much. But, the truly wise will seek for the truth of a matter, rather than their own fancy.

The fool, however, only seeks out of a text what it will reveal about his own mind.















Meditation 12

Do not confuse what I am talking about with Christ. Do not confuse what I am talking about with a religious concept. It is not religion. It is not spiritual. It is rather philosophy. There, shall it be studied, as the word of a man, and not the word of God.

When God speaks of Christ as the Logos, it is God's wisdom imbued in the Flesh of a Man. It is God's Word inhabiting, and intertwined, with a man, the man Jesus. In a sense, what I speak reflects that Man, insomuch that He is my teacher. But, do not be deceived: This is mere philosophy. An ordering of concepts so even a lay can understand.




















Meditation 13

The rebellious scholars call what I am speaking "Metaphysics." There is a great difference between "Metaphysics" and what I speak. Rather, what I'm calling the Logos is more in line with "Physics" than "Metaphysics". It is rather, a corporeal understanding of the world, through chains of Cause and Effect. Not an inspection of the Being of Being. 

Therefore, do not make what I say redundant, by calling it "Metaphysics." It is no more Metaphysics than an Equation from Mathematics.

It is true, that what I speak is difficult to comprehend. So those who do call it "Metaphysics" have yet to understand the concept very well.

















Meditation 14

An Epicurean's meditation on the nature of Morality is very wise. Its only fault is that it cannot attain to what that morality is, which would create the most amount of benefit and the least amount of harm.

Gospel, coupled with the Law, does create such felicity. It has been proven in Western Society, and also in Han China. As the principles of Confucius and Lao Tsu are very similar to that of the Bible's.

There does need to be issuance of judgment for crime. But, there also needs to be issuance of forgiveness, for those whom, being punished for their crime, might lose what is good in them.

Therefore, the Epicurean, even if he could divine the perfect Game Theory, to maximise Pleasure and reduce Pain, would still be draconian in implementing it, or more precisely, cannot know the Divine Omniscience necessary for judging the right outcomes.

That is why Faith triumphs in the end.










Meditation 15

Faith in the good, and faith in the evil, is more productive than man trying to discover either principle. One must be a lunatic to not know either exist, yet some men, professing to be wise, will claim that neither exist.

Simple observation proves both exist. Ever having been truly in love, or filled with friendship and joy will prove there is good. And ever having suffered unjustly, or done something unjust, will prove that there is evil.

Even our conscience declares it to be so. And the natural order of man, is to not be like the animals, and their anarchy. It is to be ordered with accordance to God's law, and that is what makes humanity happy.


















Meditation 16

Lao Tsu's the Way and Jesus' the way, though in their linguistic expressions different, are the same. Though Lao Tsu says "There is no name" and Jesus is that Name, we must understand the way they express is indeed the Logos.

Lao Tsu says, "A way that can be spoken is not the Way", yet the LORD Jesus Spoke that way. We must not get bogged down in literal words. Lao Tsu is saying something very specific. What Lao Tsu is saying, is Jesus, of course as some Christians note, is not the literal name used by Jews in Roman times. But, rather, Jesus is the name used in England and its former territories, to express the Savior.

The Logos is the man Jesus Himself. The words we use cannot contain their meaning, but rather, move through context to form a universal language, which is why the same concepts can always be expressed in all other languages.

Even the most simplistic vocabulary of an African Bushman, can use its vocabulary of three hundred fifty words to fully express Christ. 











Meditation 17

One can express an evil thought, which is true for other evildoers. Murder is pleasurable after all; if it weren't, the child would not sit above ant colonies in the spring, and murder the ants.

Just like a King can express dissatisfaction with his people's wealth and prosperity, for he is covetousness. Yet, immutably, Coveting is a sin, and rightfully so. King David coveted Bathsheba, and resulted to murder, rape and adultery just to have her.

There are two principles here. No matter the depths of our sin, we can still be forgiven. Yet, consequences must be enacted for sin---for David strove his entire life.

For a king, who covets the wealth of his people, their wives and children, and their property, it is still theft. Even if that King shrouds it with a noble notion, such as saving the world---what a foolish thought it is, to save the world and at once destroy it by murdering those who comprise it?












Meditation 18

If it is not expressly known what Logos is, I will give you a riddle. The tree falls in the forest, and the crazy man considers it had made no sound.

A hearer does not make what is sound. The vibrations of air do, which happens independent of whether the perceiver sees or doesn't see it. The tree falls in the forest, and there it lay. So, the Logos is like those same vibrations, which make soundness in the entire cosmos and everything that is feasible.






















Meditation 19

If I speak in riddles, the riddles have meaning. And that is the Logos.






























Meditation 20

A fool once said, "The cart going before the horse is proper." And he couldn't understand the phrase, and insisted on it his way.

Yet, in space and time, there is a proper answer to the riddle. The cart before the horse is so, that the horse must push it, and this is out of sync with nature. That is how we must understand it.

The same fool rejected the reality that corruption exists in all levels of state. And yet, the public forum struck the evidence from the record. It does not make it any less true, that such is happening.

That is what Logos is like. Though the fool cannot perceive it, yet it is.
















Mediation 21

Expressions of simplicity, do not mean something is true. If studying Euclid, the axioms at their simplest, are still very difficult to comprehend, and without a context, some are impossible even for a genius mind.

This is why, Malcolm Gladwell's theory, that all thought can be expressed at a Fourth Grader's Comprehension, is flawed. This idea, stated simply, is still taking many words to state at its simplest.

For, as Chesterton said, "My conversion wasn't only one thing, but rather a culmination of several thousand." So, also, any full idea is not  entertained simply.



















Mediation 22

At its simplest, Logos is difficult to express. Simply expressed, it is expressed as "What is." And that is a difficult concept, even for a PhD in philosophy.





























Mediation 23

The madman expresses a notion, which is for himself true, and no other. A leader of a cult expresses a mad thought, and others, supposing to understand it, follow.

I often find some cults are pervasive, because they clearly communicate their truth. Such as Islam, which states in simple to understand phrases its annotations of Biblical ideas.

Though, why I expect Islam is a faulty religion, is summed up in that simplicity. Simplicity is not the sum of truth. Many of man's simplest ideas, though persuasive, are not true.

Such, as a fool thinking that because he reads left to right, he therefore puts the cart before the horse. And adamant in this error, he supposes the philosopher of being a fool, who writes these maxims you read here. 















Mediation 24

The most difficult expression of Logos is much like a Calculus equation. Having borne a body of proof so substantial---though infinite more exists---one then rationalizes the empirical data, to find the patterns within the infinite sets, to reduce to a limit. 
And that limit is Christ.

Why it does not reduce to, say, Muhammad or Vishnu, is because Christianity is precisely corroborated by all of the evidence. No other religion is. Both textually, and physically, the Bible is the only Holy Book in the world, which has proof of its God's existence.




















Mediation 25

As one final meditation on Logos, to complete my sayings:

If ever there were a wise man, he had communicated something true.

If ever there were a fool, he convinced many people of something which wasn't.

The order and disorder of both ways, is how we judge the efficacy of an idea.

One might cite the Middle Ages, as proof of Christianity's lack---however, one must also understand Christianity was not fully realized, until the Renascence and Enlightenment. The faith was never as robust, as those periods until just recently. Yes, it was challenged by the philosophers of its day, even put into doubt for many---but the moral principles of Christ were followed and adhered during those years more than any other in history.

With that, the happy society I knew as a child, was only possible because of Christ and His law. And all disorder, maleficence and chaos came when that happiness was put into question, precisely because unhappy people could not conceive of it. 

If you cannot understand these principles, then do not teach.





Meditation 26

The hearer is more wise than the speaker. The one who integrates what is said, and fully grasps it, is more wise than the one who speaks what is not in another's mouth.

So it is, that Grace Salvation is through the blood of Jesus alone. Yet, it is a free gift, requiring no work by us.

An effectual simplification of this, is to rationalize, "Well, the simpler concept is that I do good to go to heaven, for if not doing good, I can still enter, what causes me to do good then?"

Do you not know, oh foolish one, that the effectual heart that has grace, is passive, and they have righteousness and a desire to do good? Whereas, the wicked have a desire to do what is evil.
















Meditation 27

Fame leads to many hangers on, and being a King means there are many false friends around you.

So, good to be the poor man, so that those whom he loves he knows to be true.

Does not the Logos speak to this? The naive believe in the naivety of their own soul. And the innocent believe in the innocency of his own heart. For, they say, "If I were with my friend, the King, I would treat him as my friend."

Yet, do not deceive yourself. The King can have no friends, for all are mutually acquainted with him by their own designs. So, you move up with him in his decree: he moves up, and so do you. Therefore, do you see how futile it is?

















Meditation 28

The LORD Jesus is King. There is no other. And we, do, exercise our faith to be in beneficial graces. For we are rewarded with kindness from the LORD, by our own desire to be like Him... an innocent lamb.

Yet, how blessed were those Apostles, whom being impoverished with Him, treated Him as if He were the living God? As if He were the King and Root of Jesse? And for what did they honor him? Crucifixion? Stoning? Accusations? Revilings? Being likened as the scum of the earth, lowlifes, simpletons, rejects of the world?

Yet, for the simple fact that Jesus spoke truth, like no man ever had or could, that is why they followed Him. Such it is with the Logos, that we seek it out, though few do understand. They call us, "Metaphysicians" they call us "Wise Men" they call us "Esoteric" and "Mystics". 

It is not so. The mysteries of the faith are embodied in the Man Jesus Christ, and the spiritual is as much a physical being. For, we couple knowledge with all wisdom, and recognize Spirit is intermingled with the flesh of creation.

For, when we eat of the substances, it is our LORD whose Body we consume. Though, we understand it as a symbol, it is the spiritual transubstantiation of the properties of God dwelt in the Flesh.





Meditation 29

The fullness of truth indwells the man who sees both the good and the evil.

For, one can comprehend both, they can comprehend the right path.

Why does a man follow vain passions? Why does Ovid speak to our heart as a sinner, and Virgil speak to our heart as a redeemed man? The Greeks were wise, and worshiped the flesh of man, making both the noble and ignoble into their gods and goddesses.

Yet, we, proceed to worship a greater Truth, the Spirit of God, the Word of God, and the Father Almighty.

For, by mingling our knowledge, we are reminded of the sacred mysteries of the Faith, that the One God of all Creation, became Man, and died, and raised. And this is fundamental, for no man can know without having tasted of that supper. Even if only the crumbs of the lovefeast.












Meditation 30

Herodotus and Plutarch speak wisely, speaking of the miraculous signs and wonders of the world; hidden truths, which to this day remain a mystery.

Occult practices are vain. Occult mysteries are unimportant. Though they darken the moon, and darken the sun, it is only the Wrath of God which answers them, and brings upon them hasty rebuke, and storm and tempest.

We, we worship health and the prospering of the Soul. We who are mingled with the divine mysteries of Creation.

The Son, the Father, the Spirit, Amen, are the fullness of God's Wisdom, Judgment and Life. They are not symbols, but alive.

For, the historians, though trying to hide the truth, cannot. The right way is made manifest in what has nakedly been scribed within history. And where God has acted, there has been great distress, but also for the receiver of this message, mercy.











Meditation 31

The great sages of the past, have aligned themselves with virtue. It is not simply to align oneself with a hatred for violence, but also a hatred for self. And also a hatred of calumny and a hatred of vain passions.

For, what is love ebbs and flows from the Spirit of Grace.

Even the most vain, and vile theologian has some understanding of what love is. Yet, in their perversion, they distort the truth, and open it to all vile manner of fleshly desire. This is not what love is, and is not the truth. And the iniquity of his own words were forewarnings of the Prophets before him, that such, being proclaimed as good now, was the very logical conclusion of such wickedness, and must need be abated by godly men, so as to forewarn about worldly sorrow.
















Meditation 32

It was the idol Sin that caused Babylon to fall to Cyrus the Great.






























Meditation 33

Zoroastrianism might have similar laws and customs to the Bible---as does the Hammurabi Code and Lipit-Ishtar. So does Ptahhotep and Confucius and Mozi speak of wisdom in the Bible. So does the philosopher like Montaigne speak, and Emerson, and even the writers such as Bradbury, Kant and Freud speak wisdom which perhaps the Bible does not contain.

We draw from the wise their words, and then see what they have spoken. Whether it aligns with the truths of scripture. And more often than not, the deeper truths become revealed.

"A time for war, a time for peace. A time to kill, a time to heal. A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted." For, if evil wins, and malice, and lust, and greed, and envy, and covetousness, then so does the world suffer eternally. That is why we must believe in a force greater than man---for man is jaded in his wickedness, or naive in his innocence.














Meditation 34

God's judgment is necessary to give validity to life's sufferings. Without which, we suffer for vain lives, and all crime and maleficence is allowed. And if allowed, so does the Earth become like hell. And what then? Does not the Swordsman have to come and slay the hordes at Miggedo?

In order to preserve hope, God must exist. And since the LORD be necessary in this way, we must believe Him all the more, and wait patiently for His coming.























Meditation 35

There is a darkness growing in the world. It comes in two ways. Simplicity of belief, and desire to do sin.

With simplicity of belief, we will not understand the words of another man. Thus, we become isolated, and jaded, and have no thought whatsoever toward what another man had said. And even a wise man might confuse a foolish man with his wisdom; and it leads to backsliding---

All the more, that is why we must sometimes remain silent.

Yet, with desire to do sin, for the Theologians now praise sin, I listen to them, and I think, "What hellish gospel is this? To deride the Gospel, and its message of hope, in place of a desire for evil and wickedness of heart?”

















Meditation 36

Faith, hope, love, the greatest is love. Yet, faith and hope are necessary components of the truth.

Many Christians, myself included, have walked through life elevating love, and misappropriating that verse of Paul's. Yet, we abandon Hope and Faith!

Yet, we require hope and faith. When James said, "Let that man ask wisdom, and he shall receive in abundance." Must we not also ask for Hope, Love and Faith? 

Exceedingly, the Prince of Tyre is wiser than Daniel. He believes himself to be a god among men. He has taken the doctrine of Theosis, and has made himself god, through means of the occult practices. For, this is the fire they see, is the light of their own lamps. And how foolish it is, that they walk in darkness.

Yet, we must also ask for hope, faith and love, and also all the fruit of the spirit. And righteousness. And, even be so bold as to ask for blessing upon the Earth, for some men hope in this life, too.










Meditation 37

If one takes a piece of string, and places upon it two circles, one finds that when the string is made into a circle, lo, one can fit four.

Yet, the wisest among us, the most intelligent, will not know this, without first being told. Why is this?

This is a matter of Logos. For there is what is true, and there is what is apparent. One can, as a matter of principle, think of the concept poetically. For there is actually more space around the circle in its two dimensions, rather than the line in its one.

So, also, a simple concept is not always correct. For, we might be tempted through Ockham's Razor to expect the simplest solution to work, but it is not so in every case. In fact, it is not so in most cases. Things are whatever they are, and natured as the like.














Meditation 38

The odds are fair, according to consistency. Work consistently, and the odds are that your work will be fruitful. Gain a talent, and work consistently at your skill, you shall gain great talent, and master it.

However, there are principles to every talent. There are principles to every degree. And there are principles that work, though are not right, and principles that do not work, though are very right.

Remember that God Himself, dwelt as a Man on Earth, and was crucified. And remember, the Devil on Earth, dwelling as a Man will be heralded as a great hero and savior. 

Do not assume that fortune makes a thing true. But, time will seek out all the folly and wisdom of a man.
















Meditation 39

There is a man who is exceedingly wise, but does not get remembered. He may be exceedingly skilled, and wise, and fortunate, and blessed. But, he is forgotten.

There is also a fool who is exceedingly foolish, who is remembered for all eternity for his foolishness.

Even so, better is to be the wise, than the fool.
























Meditation 40

These sayings are true, yet the unprincipled will say of them, "He spoke nothing."

Or, they do not listen, and they receive not the wisdom I have anelled into so many hearts.

Even so, what I speak may not be wise, because the man who perceives my words, gains something entirely unheeded from them. He may proclaim that I had spoken folly, and repeat his folly, as if it is my own.

This is a truth, even so about the Bible. Many men, though it being the Word of God, had gotten fallacious and barbarous ideas from it. That does not sway the intention nor sense of what is being said, and a true hearkener can divine the knowledge.
















Meditation 41

As one final meditation on Logos, to complete my saying:

The fool seeks out the literal application of a word. They see the contradiction, and they see the literal meaning.

Yet, even so, in the most calculated logic, there can be contradictions of thought, where both must be true. In such contradictions, the highest logic embraces the antinomy, and does not reject either. Rather, they accept the one in one circumstance, and the other in another.






















Meditation 42

The highest good, is to speak the truth in your heart, and with all people. Therefore, a true religion would not allow you to lie, in order to save yourself.





























Meditation 43

The heart of a man is deceitful, even the one beating beneath this chest. It does not know its own ways. It does not know its own follies. It pries into the folly of the fool it perceives, but it no more knows its own sloth, or vanity, or pride than it does the rotations of the heavens. 

Though, it aligns itself to know what it can, and it sees the planets where they are, and knows it is in season. So also, the wise man sees himself reflected in the countenance of others, and perceives in them not their own soul, but his.  Thus, he knows his own time, and his own seasons, and better reflects the nature of peace.

This is even too high of wisdom for me.


















Meditation 44

The moon moves like a clock, and the planets like a calendar, and the wise do not soothsay by it, but rather keep in season.






























Meditation 45

The wisest man is not the one who is quick to argue. For, I saw a wise man debate a fool. And in that debate, I saw the wise man and the foolish man's eyes narrow at one another. I saw all fully convinced of themselves, and no reflection.

I spoke my peace, but then kept my silence.


























Meditation 46

The hearer in a debate does more convincing, than the most skilled tongue and orator. For, winning the man in front of you, is not the same as winning the audience. The audience is won by humiliating the oponent. But, the man in front of you, he is won by your own humility to listen to what he says, and to not be offended.


























Meditation 47

The hard thing is that there is a season to kill entire nations. There is also a season to put to hard labor.






























Meditation 48

At the end of wisdom, you realize war is fought because men love peace. It is not Orwellian, for War is not Peace. War is the exact opposite of peace. But, rather, when peace no longer can be enjoyed, for the corrupt, and the wicked are at foot, lurking in every corner, violating every joyful thought, corrupting sound minds with weaselly sayings and strange, base things... there is a time to kill. There is a time to let go of peace. I do not say this is that time, though it might very well be approaching one. 

It is also imperative to know that Orwell was not a pacifist. For Big Brother offers a kind of peace, one which is hellish to live in.



















Meditation 49

If one law were amended in the Bible, and that be the one pertaining to Homosexuality, I assume still, there'd be surplus amounts of suffering, so it could never be. For, it would increase loneliness exponentially, by taking from one man his mate, and replacing her with another.



























Meditation 50

David Hume and Bertrand Russell presented good arguments for their time. But, we are seeing the fulfillment of those arguments, are resulting in more suffering, not less. For Hume's sake, the Status Quo does not make a thing right. For Bertrand Russell, there are too many wicked men for there not to be a hell. In his age, almost all men were righteous, so he does not know the depths of suffering that I have.
























Meditation 51

The principles of the Founding Fathers and Mencius, are one in the same. A government meant to protect the rights of the workers to profit from their work. And a right of the people to have just government provide for them, rather than provide for itself.

This is also the beneficial aspect of the Law in Judaism. It was built specifically for this in mind. Even the harder aspects, such as women concubines. For, the Law of Judaism was meant to provide a man with a wife, and a family, and make sure no man was lonely. It was meant to give the worker his due, and the family its own autonomy.

This is why communism doesn't suit the Logos, nor does Nihilism. There are laws inherent within government and the way governments are ordered, which are obvious to those reading the principles. Namely, though, the scholars have the duty to keep things in their proper alignment, as if they cannot, there is no justice.













Meditation 52 & 53

52 

Mozi's Universal Love and Confucius' Filial Hierarchy are not two mutually exclusive concepts. Rather, you find as is true with most trifling philosophies, the philosophers have good ideas, but also mingle into it bad ideas. Which, then, results in war.

For Mozi, it was his hatred of Music, and burying the dead. For Confucius it was his elaborate funerals, and some other eccentricities.

53

However, the Scripture brings into light a true way of government that is proven to work. It cultured science, it cultured reason, it even cultured a Law which was irrefutable. For, in days of war, the soldier knows the Torah is upon his heart. He slaughters women and children. So also, the prisoner knows he'd be better working, than being abused by his fellow inmates.