I come to this doctrine, found in the Epistle of Saint John. And it's an important doctrine of the faith. That the Spiritual, the Spirit of Man, is as connected, and intertwined with the Physical, or Material, or Body of man. That Jesus did come in the Flesh, that Jesus did take on a Human body, and that the entire fullness of God the Son dwelt and didn't only inhabit Christ, but was intricately woven into His very flesh Being---hence why we eat and drink His flesh and blood in Communion. With this statement, also comes a recognition that the Spiritual, or Metaphysical in a Philosophical sense, is not some esoteric, airy thing, but rather is intricately woven into the Flesh and Material world. Logos, in all of its wisdom, comes embodied in Christ, and through that, the Logos holds the entire world together, as Flesh and Spirit are both working as one within all creation. Demonic and Angelic beings, take on as much a Spiritual, as a Fleshly persona. They are not simply airy metaphors, or concepts or ideas, but are rather, physical beings, too, which inhabit men, cause suffering and doubt, and also cause suffering. Otherwise, Satan could never have stricken Job, or as it were, even manifest himself to cause a whirlwind. So, with this understood, it's important that the Christian realize that Truth is not a matter of simple metaphor, or simple principle. It is the major fault in Western Philosophy, coined by Nietzsche and Kant, to distinguish morality separate from an objective, and tangible force that has physical properties. Obviously, the Epicureans came the closest to discovering the true purpose of Morality, but God, being infinitely wise, chose the Bible to reveal to man the truth of our innate being, and also how to rise above it. With this said, it shouldn't be a surprise to Christians, that Morality isn't merely an idea, or a choice. It is not an existential choice we commit, in the face of uncertainty. Rather, Morality is objective, and a system of morality is objectively quantified by the Books of Moses, and the Gospel. It is spoken throughout the prophets and apostles and saints. This objective world, this objective morality, diminishes suffering, while promoting beneficial aspects of human flourishing. And while we cannot understand it, that is why there is faith. Certainly, men are not capable of understanding the Bible's difficult laws concerning slavery, or concubines, or even in some instances genocide---except that in certain points of history, such things were necessary to keep peace. As there are times for everything under the sun, a time to heal and a time to kill, a time to embrace and a time to shun embracing. Truthfully, on the force of Good, is Peace, Love, Kindness, Hope and Forgiveness. On the side of evil is Strife, Hatred, Selfishness, and Revenge. And rather, even at some points it is necessary to defend what is good militarily, and thereby commit the atrocities of war; that way Peace can reign in the land, and wickedness subsides, and man can find rest. But, truth is not subjective. As true as the Material World proves the things of God, so does the Material World in its morality, prove the things of God, and the nature of His law. The whole world cries out, and it follows in the Pattern of Christ's decorum. The entire world moves to that pattern, so that even when Evil is at its peak, if there are good men, the Evil gets purged. It is as natural to man that this happens, as two colonies of ants striving against one another. And these are the difficult things regarding war. And these are the difficult things regarding faith, that Faith is much like the principles of Algebra or Calculus, in that it is a logic that helps us interpret, make sense of, and order the world to its proper names and alignment. Without which, we cannot hope to even understand our neighbor, as we are left within ourselves, completely isolated from other human beings. In a vacuum of narcissism and egocentricity. As very real are the other minds we encounter, so is our mind. As very real, as those minds are like batteries, and their nerves like wires, and their heart like a well pump, so is the Spiritual enabled through this vessel, to add value to life, and therefore give life purpose. For, without purpose, we are left to anarchy, nihilism, and the things of Satan, so that all there can be is contention and strife, and war, like orc hordes in a camp, striving over stolen property and murdering one another for a pound of flesh. And with that, sometimes there is necessarily war. Sometimes good cannot rest, but must go out, and slaughter the Orc. For if it doesn't, the Orc Hordes move through the lands, raping, pillaging, and spreading their hatred and wicked devices, causing an absolute denial of even the Spiritual Inhibition that governs man and his body, that being the pleasures of life gained from good fortune obtained through good character. Without which, life suits not its purpose.
Author: B. K. Neifert
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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Whenever I come to the Quran, I See Some Good—But I Also See It As a Commentary on the Bible, Which Requires the Bible to Be Properly Understood. Much Like I See Some Good in Hindu Mythology or Confucianism and Taoism: Though, I Find Whatever Benefit There Is, I Get From the Bible Without Being Scolded or Told What to Think.
The Southside of Heaven by Ryan Bingam Analysis
So, the poem is talking about when the narrator dies. To be put on a train. I've had imaginations of heaven, that there'd be trains. It's an interesting facet of the song. You can find that in City of God. The poem is referring to "Southside of Heaven", the recurring phrase means the Southlands. There's a certain patriotism, and home like quality for southerners with the South. And, the Train is taking him to that Southern Comfort. Here's a reference to Paul on the road to Damascus. Which, is the line that caused me to write an analysis, as that's expert craftsmanship, to have that allusion. The lost faith is in "Family"... we often have this lost faith, and become disillusioned to our youthful goals of having relationships. We become blind like Paul on the road to Damascus, being smitten by God, and blinded to our hopes, in order to turn us back. A refrain, about going to heaven, and losing the hardships of this earth. The earth is hard, it's cold, and for a man who's suffered a lot, it's better to leave this earth, than to call it our home. The song is a ballad about leaving Earth, and returning to the Southern Comfort, or the idyllic Youth. A desperado in Texas, not getting rain. "Rain" is blessing, in Biblical symbolism---which is what the song is drawing from. Wandering the deserts, not receiving rain is indicative of calling this world hell. The Southside of Heaven, is also a humble plea, to take him to the lowest rungs of heaven, so at least he can be happy. And here's a reference to Cocaine, the drug use is like a train going off the tracks. Like a train out of control. So, we have a "Cold" desert. An interesting play on words, and I wonder if there's some references to Afghanistan... as it's not uncommon for Afghanistan's deserts to get cold. So, it might have some allusions to the Afghanistan war. Coupled with the drug use, maybe it's a soldier coming home, and wanting to take the train to heaven. Money can't buy his "Soul". Being rich can't save you. It can't save you from the hell on earth. Only Christ's blood can actually save you. Another one of the lines that made me want to analyze this song. That's two allusions to biblical themes, and I find them well crafted, nuanced, and possibly something many readers will miss. It actually reminds me of a Johnny Cash song, with its craft. Again with the reference to Cold. The refrain, it's talking about Cold Deserts---and again, we don't really associate deserts with cold. Normally we associate them with hot. So, it's a sort of reality experience. I think---even if this isn't an anthem of a veteran---a person who's been to Afghanistan, definitely becomes confronted with this odd pairing, which is a complete misalignment of archetypes and popular images. Which, in our experiences, things that don't fit our expectations are often much worse because they're completely alien. And a repetition of the last refrain.
I talked to the idle Eros, and his strong case was, “I want; I desire.” Then he blasphemed, to strengthen his point. I could foresee his vain desire, and cautioned him. But the baby cherub lifted his nape.
I Was that Atheist
I was that atheist who believed in Universal truth. But, no atheist I ever knew was like minded. But, I found God was. So I converted.
Filmer
The riches of the world cease Save for the kings who rule it. Adam, eternally recurring, His divine heritage as King, Ruler over all flesh... He drinks the draught Of rainbow liquor, And merries his meed Into the womb of his wife. Yet, for the world around him, Their sustenance goes to his belly: Their wagons, their cotton and wool, Their games, their arts, their labors And all their luxurious leisure. He smacks his lips, and upon them are spices Numerous: Fenugreek, cinnamon, Turmeric, Ginger, Onion, Chili, Clove Garlic and pickled Ginger, fried in Cottonseed Oil, Mint, Cilantro, whisked together with cream. The tinge of clam broth, The decadence of scallop and crabmeat, A pound of Roasted Beef, salted and cooked To its decadent perfection, Suckling pork dusted with sugar and salt, Lamb liver fried in mint, cinnamon and cumin. He plucks his grape from the bowl, His strawberry, his banana and apple, His pomegranate, mango and melon--- While he eats, and takes, and consumes, The people around him wane into poverty. For, his magisterial justice cares only To feed himself--- his Judges allow him The sustenance of virginal flowers. His law his his own belly. He picks up his wine, cherry and deep, And drinks, tasting the oak upon his food; The sweet grape accenting his yams and potatoes Delicately pureed with butter, salt, and cream; And his expertly crafted steak shall hint of grape berry. The men and women around him starve, though. Their work feeds him--- and he exacts all their taxes. He does not care, for he wishes it to be so. So he can incur God's wrath, And see if the sun truly will darken. To see if the stars truly do fall. To see if the moon tr8p7 will turn to blood.
Prince of Persia
O, thou Prince, thou king, With your black prayers, You summon forces. Your god is the forces. Your prayers hinder prosperity For the saints, and delay our answers from God. But, you shall not be victorious. There is you, thou Covering Cherub, Dragon, who accuses the flock. There is you, oh beastial intelligence. Who hates your Christian brother, and slays him. There is you, oh diviner, who divines evil For the LORD's people, when God has promised fortune. There is you. oh lord of Hades, who denies God And gainsays His majesty, and brings the ignorant into pits.
Xochipilli
You are a coruscated crown; The citizens do flock to the same stalls... In 1933 the poet sings a song to thee. Patron of the arts, patron of the flower, Patron of the games; god of Sodom... What can we do for thee? How can we break free from thy tyranny? You control the world, from Taining lands; You are a clown ruling a half the world. How does the poet know? Does he wear time on his wrists? I, the Urn, he sings of me, Banished and in purgatory. I sit, listlessly, listening to obdurate church bells... They have no faith, but worship the Anglican and Catholic God Xochipilli ; Am I an artefact? No. For a short breath of time, this Anarchy reigns, While David allies with the Avegins. And anarchy reigns across the land, While Xochipilli fiddles to the burning heaps Of his cities--- for he does not know. Who am I? I am the Urn with Ashes and Homilies. Childe Harold is on his pilgrimage; Oh, how he goes, with his fair haired bride. Purgatory shall turn to paradise One day... And I... I shall go where? When Sodomite has been made Writ And man's sinful nature has corrupted even the lambs? Where shall I go? This world was not made for me. So, I rest at peace.
Just Because it Works
Just because it works, Doesn't mean it's right. You can lock us up in cages, Give us a little spinning wheel, And feed us twice a day; Sure, we can survive. But that's called prison. You can cause most of us to be happy, By coercing us to be gay, By effect of Super Ego, By convincing us to castrate and mastectomate Ourselves... I'd sense no one in this world could feel the deep things I have felt And have known to be good. You can allow rape, cannibalism, pedophelia And yet have all the pleasures of hot baths, Electricity, slave labor and concubines; Even the sport of entertainment Where men will murder one another in the arenas. I suppose in this world, no one would Know it is wrong, and be more bestial than humane. Sure, these things can work. Sure, you can make the people happy. It still doesn't make it right. I would think most of us, Living right now, Would have even seen a better world.