My Deed, my Hand, (Yod) Behold the (Hey) Nail; (Vav) Look! (Hey)

After Having Written Over 10,000 Essays, I’ve Found My Essay is Weak and Whiny. But, Some Important Ideas Are Gleaned From It, So Please Excuse the Bad Diction, and Try to Find What I’m Saying. Also, My Average Poem’s Language is Austere, but the Metaphor is Beautiful.

Developing Healthy Reading Habits

You know a chapter a day, a poem a day, an essay a day, a short story a day, it does wonders. Most of them are about 5 pages, or 2,000 words or less. I think people are going to start consuming shorter works, like Short Stories and Personal Essays and Poetry. Because when I read, I can't really get through a whole lot, but I take it in chunks, you read 1 chapter or essay or poem or short story a day, that's 365 chapters, essays, poems, or short stories, and that's about 360,000 words a year. Which is about 5 books a year.

To give you another example, I will read a chapter from a book, and might read that book over 10 years. My memory gets refreshed as I pick it up again, and I can start from that basis. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, or The Prince and the Pauper--two of my favorites now--have been read by me for about 10 years now. Brother's Karamazov, also. Sometimes, like the Wizard of Oz, I just read the whole novel in a few days. Or Animal Farm I read in one sitting. Boethius, I read a chapter a day, and left the last chapter till now. I started him in December last year. Descartes, also, the Discourse on the Method, have been reading a little bit here and there. I might read a story from Egyptian Mythology, or read over Ptahhotep again; might read a dozen chapters of the Bible--that I fly through because I'm very familiar with it. Might read a poem, and do a deep analysis of it.

Another thing, I don't particularly like reading. I just read for wisdom. It's not my favorite activity. I'd rather listen to a video essay for 20 minutes, and break it into two segments, than read a novel. Unless I go into the flow.

Memory

I remember it
Yet, wrote it differently.
And history says
It the same as how I wrote.
To recall all, take good notes.

Ode to My Words

I

Ten thousands poems are written.
Ten thousand essays the same...
Only one or two hundred are smitten,
The rest are sour or lame.

Am I a monkey at a typewriter?
Am I a robot making rhymes?
Or am I a man with ideas
That shall stand the test of time?

Am I Paul Bunyan or John Henry
Furiously upstaged by machines?
Am I full of rotten envy
Of what I only could have been?

I chose a foolish path...
Many were wiser and sharper with the pen...
I hear my sound, it's foolish...
And I want to make an end.

If I climb Mount Everest
And then I climb K2,
And then take a submersible,
To the bottom of the Mariana, too

Where on Earth can I go?
A thousand trails I've trekked?
My voice is so annoying,
My whining makes me vexed.

I watch the world die---
I watch the work made slow...
I have made myself real wise,
And everything I now have known.

At the end, am I like Apollonius 
A perfect philosopher at the bench
Looking at the gavel, 
My judge a youthful wench?

And shall she say that I am guilty,
For talking ever so loud?
And shall she throw the gavel
And upon the discus pound?

And shall I then a lawsuit,
Which my accusers will not budge,
Go to court with my law-suit
And plead my cause to the judge?

And they who know my Jesus
Obstinately take me before the judge?
And then they say "He's no genius
"For that I hold a grudge."

And what will I do?
For the judge shall smite me sore.
I shall go, I shall go, and shall I pay?
The last cent to the bone ensure?

And sit in my captive bonds
And wait my trial to die?
Or shall I, or shall I
Like Apollonius, in rapture fly?

II

And then I see an Ace,
Top of every field.
He was smarter than the average bear
And had perfect scores to weild.

He went to college apropos,
And submitted his interesting say.
He was a scholar superior,
And all his words and math were fae.

And he could do it, better than all
A great Journeyman at sixteen.
But, then the college caused him to fall
And rejected his wishes like thieves.

They with lies, spun so well
Tormented him with the truth.
No matter how good or swell
You can't achieve unless you have proof

Of your pedigree, not your science,
For the colleges rule the roost.
My words I find, are fayest of all,
But like him I am cast down for truth.

For if they say, they can deny
And no matter how hard you try
The further you climb, like Sisyphus
The further the rock shall slide.

And thus, like him, with perfect choices
Pushes up the slope of change;
He the greatest of them all
Pushes up his success, which are chains.

There he stands like Prometheus
Only wishing to give the world fire.
The college board plucked out his eyes,
For they all were dirty liars.

He wishes to understand the lay
And to know how his world works.
A mathematician's mind you see
Wants to know of mankind's great force.

Thus, he learned the first lesson
Two wills are stronger than one.
And I say, my friend, listen close
That is why he must cleave to God and His Son.

End Days War of Armageddon

You mean Isaiah and Esdras, [a man will be more precious than the golden wedge of ophir]. Burden about Babylon. God will utterly destroy it by the Medes. The Medes were a kingdom to the east of Babylon, Persia was South. And Above Persia was Assyria, already conquered in the Median Empire. Which, coincidentally, Cyrus the Great conquered all three, Babylon, Assyria and won over Media through his art becoming a joint ruler with Persia in the time of Daniel, and entered Babylon without a major battle because Babylon was rebelling against Sin. Which this act, would free the Jews by Cyrus' decree, and end their captivity. But, in the tribulation, the kingdoms of Medo Persia and Babylon will fight one another. As it says in Daniel, the Southern King--the King of Medo Persia--will fight Babylon, which is to the East and South, where Babylon is to the North and West. And the Southern King will enter with his entire army, after a previous great war, and that war will be stayed, and the Northern King will do exploits like no other king ever had, taking cities with a small people--say a group of elite Special Forces--and take many cities with them. But, Medo-Persia will break Babylon, and the smoke will rise forever over the Whore. But the LORD will return on a white horse, and with His breath, destroy Antichrist--the King of Babylon--and his armies.

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My Soul

My soul is my living body.
My breathing, living body.
My breath, my life, my whole.
My mind, made of flesh.
My life, my very life.
Deliver my Soul from the Grave,
Oh LORD, and Keep me in your statutes.

Who Am I?

As man forgets to do his math---
It is no longer real to him---
And no longer can we do calculus,
And the English Scholar cannot read Dickens,
And the Physicists subtract their data...
I say, who am I?

Dynamometers and CAD programs 
Can give us the exact curve
But stubbornly we try to do it our way.
Reinventing the wheel and science...
For we believe ourselves to be gods.

We are no gods.

Who am I?
A man with a complete education.

Where It All Went Wrong

I talked with three professional mathematicians who didn't know Math is real. There's English Majors--which that's all they do--who can't read Charles Dickens. There's people graduating High School with 4.0s and have taken calculus who can't do simple 1st grade math. 54% of Americans read below a fourth grade level. There are experts on Husserl who work at McDonald's and men who barely passed college tenured at Yale.

A perfect example of what's wrong with our world, is we have CAD and Dynamometers, but physicists don't use them. Instead, they erase data points, and use basic calculus and well behaved curves to do their math. That and people with College Majors in Math believe Math is subjective, and people who are explicitly studying to read English, cannot read Dickens. That's what's wrong. And people in the leading edges of science are actually pontificating on whether a whale is a fish. They really don't know what a fish is. It's that bad.

There's also students who get perfect SAT scores, 4.0 GPAs, juggle three tasks at a time for 12 hours a day, have glowing recommendations from teachers and professionals, but because their college admissions paper doesn't sound like a blog post, they get denied at every school. Despite the essay being written lucidly, with perfect structure, no purple passages, good grammar and spelling, in simple and plain enough language, as they talk about something like a Non Profit that they started and how they're leaps ahead of other students their age.

Another thing, an actual school faculty told one of the best and most professional teachers in their school, that Reading and Writing are not a Twenty-First Century skill.