Meditation on the Quran

Who has guarded me? If not the LORD?
You implore Israel to remember the LORD's kindness
Why then, do you wish to comment on the holy scripture?
Should it not be a misery, to fall off the path
And enter into covenant with Ishmael?
Where Isaac was the Freeborn child?
You say "What witchcraft happens if not for Allah,"
Need I remind you that Samuel was conjured by the Necromancer
From the grave? Or need I remind you that your sword
Has slain many saints, o Ishmaelites?
How many infants have you bayonetted?
How many women have you raped?
How many children have you slaughtered?
Good Christian and Jewish sons and daughters?
Magic falls upon who it does, as evil happens to all.
Allah cannot protect you. For Allah is Sin---
Derived from the Zoroastrian Pantheon
The Crescent Moon is her emblem;
Sin is your God, oh Ishmael.
And you implore me in the second Surah
To remember the LORD's kindness on Israel.
So I shall. For what is your holy revelation
But a bad plagiarism and commentary?

Letter to God

Dear,
God

You are good, I know. That is the whole reason I believe in You. I read Your Bible every day. I don't know why my life is so hard. I look at scripture, and I follow its rules. It never seems to work for me. But, I know that You are good.

I've asked for a wife and a book deal, and to be good at doing work. None of that has happened. I have no wife, I have no book deal, and I break down every time I do my work. But, I know that You are good.

When I see Your Son, speaking what He did, and when I read Genesis, and see the awesome and complex stories... I know there's an intelligence beyond my own at work. So I know that You are good.

I have schizoaffective disorder, and paranoid thoughts. I have delusions of grandeur. I see my whole world crumbling around me. But I know that You are good.

I am afraid of being captured, and tortured for crimes I did not commit. I have demons attacking my thoughts. But I know that You are good.

LORD, You are like a Husband to me, or Your City like a Hephzibah. And though the world isn't the way I want it to be, and though everything falls apart in my hands, and I am poor, and I tremble... I know the world was better when people believed in You.

As the Gnostics say, Sophia came and corrupted what was good, and the whole world revels in that. I don't like Sophia. I like Christ. I like Your Daughter Zion, the Holy City. I like good things, and I like peace, love and joy.

I don't know why You gave me over to such hardships, and never rescued me. I don't know why I have to have these thoughts, but I'm with You till the day I die. I guess I have to trust in You, and only You, and understand life's broken into four pieces.

I am in trouble, LORD, with myself. Only with myself. I have nothing, and a life filled with evil. I have done what I didn't want to do. LORD, if I go to hell, if I have nothing, if I am lonely, LORD, You are still good. Though I descend into the abyss, I know You are good. Let those who hate You understand, every good thing they ever had, every peace imaginable, came from You, and that if they follow their hearts, they shall suffer.

LORD, deliver me from all evil. And feed me my daily bread. Let me forgive those who've sinned against me. And forgive me of my sins, too. Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven. Lead me not into temptation. For, Yours father, is the Kingdom, Power and Glory. Yours, Father, not mine.

Keep me from all harm, and save me from the plans of Satan. For I meditate upon Your law day and night. Yet, if You do not... and deliver me to my worst fears, You are still God, and I am not. I am a man, and a sinner. Though I worship You, and commit my ways to You, and dole out my bread to the hungry, and clothe the naked, and visit the prisoner, and console the widow... though I am kind to all I meet, and pray for my enemies... LORD, deliver me from my enemies, for it is Your promises. And I love Your law, that is why I do what is right. For no other reason. You are attentive to the prayers of those who desire to fear Your name. I commit myself to You, I have compassion on the poor, I desire to fear Your name... LORD, do not leave me on my sick bed, but fulfill Your promises toward Your servant. Deliver me from the ones stronger than myself. I can do nothing... LORD, and faithfully walk according to Your statutes, Yours, because they are good. Do not be like a liar to me... For then the nations would cease believing, yet You still are good, and I am not. And though the whole world stop believing, You are still God. Yet, deliver me, LORD, and graven me into Thy Palms.

For You say the Meek shall inherit the Earth, and the meek are like horses, tamed and broken. And the Mad Philosopher crumbled seeing the Stallion broken by men... but it was the worldly philosophy he created that broke the wild and free. For Your Law is utter mercy, and forgiveness, and the statute abolished so we can be at peace. For, to live by Grace and Love and Thy Law, brings wellsprings of peace. For the Meek are Spineless, and are led by a rope here and there, though being mighty and powerful. They cannot but do what they are conditioned to do... they know not their power. So said a mad prophet to me once, in a vision. And he, I'm afraid, is the one who clipped my wings of freedom, and bound me to the dust. Lift me up, Oh LORD, lift me up, and mount me on Eagle's Wings. Revive my Youth, for I wait patiently upon You. Let me sprout wings, and fly away from the tempest, and be knitted to You in truth.

For when I was in heaven, I saw Your peace... and I came back to this world to bring the Earth to You. For You are good.

I only ask, You keep Your mercies toward me.

Postmodernism

At best, Postmodernism is like working in a different base number system, than Base 10, and then working tirelessly to tweak Base 10 equations to fit the number theory into this new base system. Not only does it overcomplicate the simple matters of truth, but it also works out wrong answers more frequently than the right ones.

Also, realize, humanity is primed for Base 10 math, as we have ten fingers and ten toes. As it's the natural way our counting is done, and I see no more natural thing, than to derive a species of number system based on that. So also Postmodernism is doubly flawed, by trying to conform Logos into a framework that isn't especially intuitive to humans.

As a computer programmer, one uses Base 2. So 1 +1 = 3 (10) in this system. Yet that's fundamentally different than Base 10, 1 + 1 = 2. As you can see, an entirely different language is presented in both, like it were Russian and English. But the fundamental science is still the same in both, but the number fundamentally different. As with moral truths, there is science to it constructed around Language and Interpretation, of which the Postmodernist retranslates and reinterprets everything over and over again, until nothing makes sense, but the native speaker plainly speaks.

Need To Knows For a Complete Primary Education

Universe
Galaxy
Star (There's several kinds, of which the smallest is a blue dwarf and the largest a red giant. The sun is a white dwarf. There's also collapsed stars called neutron stars and pulsars amd magnetars and black holes and way out in space there's quasars which are newly forming galaxies)
Planet
Moon\Dwarf Planet
Asteroid\Comet
Meteorite

Then 

Exosphere
(Thermosphere which I Forgot)
Mesosphere
Ozone Layer
Stratosphere
Biosphere (Troposphere)

Crust
Mantel
Outer Core
Inner Core

Molecule
Element
Atom
Electron
Proton
Neutron
Quark
Energy Kinetic and Potential
Acid 
Base

Asia
North America
South America
Africa
Europe
Australia
Antarctica

Pacific Ocean
Indian Ocean
Atlantic Ocean
Arctic Ocean

1776 Declaration of Independence
1492 Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue

Helper Verbs
Indirect and Direct Object
Noun
Verb
Adjective
 Adverb
Conjunction
Interjection

PEMDAS
Line
Ray
Plane
Point
Square
Rhombus
Triangle (All Species)
Rectangle
Trapezoid
Quadrilateral
Pentagon - Decagon
Pythagorean Theorem

Cursive

Holocaust
American Civil War
World War I
World War II
American Revolution
Vietnam
9/11 and War in Iraq
Jim Crowe 
Slavery

Hitler
Martin Luther King Jr.
Julius Caesar
George Washington
Thomas Jefferson
Benjamin Franklin
Alexander the Great
Genghis Khan
Cyrus the Great
Attila the Hun
Alexander Graham Bell
Thomas Edison
The Wright Brothers
Rosa Parks
Harriet Tubman
Betsy Ross

The ability to read at the very least George Eliot and William Shakespeare, and comprehend it fully
MLA and APA citation
And some Roman and Greek History and Philosophy 

Every American child, should at the very, most absolute least know all of these correctly at the bare minimum, coming out of High School.
If not, the education system has failed.
And I'd also argue so much more.

Some Music Theory
Some Color Theory
Some Constellations and Stars
Some Geography
Exposed to the great Artworks
Some Mythology

The Gaelic Princess

She's going bungee jumping.
No fear... but rather stoicism.
She falls, and makes a noise.
Not a scream... not a laugh.
No, like she were on a 
Merry-go-round. 
She petitions the gods
And is somewhat out of place in this world.
It is her world though, but she's a different bird.
A harbinger to new times, dangerous times...
That she's seen real danger.

Duck Eyed Junco

You were on the deck.
A grey bird, with white belly.
I talked about you 
With the neighbor as he ploughed 
The street---Winter's York County.

So spry and active
You hopped over everything,
With ruffled feathers.

Sapphire Eyes

My sapphire eyes are green
In the yellow light of the lamp.
Moved by them with fear---
For I can be simple---
I think my metamorphosis has begun.
Yet, child, settle down.
The hair falling off in the shower is only natural
And the nails and skin too...
It is only the yellow lamplight
Which turns your sapphire eyes 
The color you fear.

These Is Fighting Words

I just think the issues are more nuanced than [Gen Z is lazy]. If I'm working my tail off, and still living with mom and dad, that's not a very good incentive to get better at what I'm doing. Not to mention, you could reach grandmastery at something, like say knife smithing, and still have nothing to show for it.

Like honestly, Freemasons and chess players aren't the only grandmasters. Someone put these douchebags in their place. Like making nosism archaic, when everyone fucking uses them. And then inventing Royal We. We don't want Royalty.

Tell Webster to get real, as redefining English isn't going to make people stop using it.

On Changelings

Yeah, people change. Stress and guilt press them so hard, that their entire personalities change. Also, finding good things does the same thing. It's really about making smart decisions and confronting your own demons. As the changeling is a turn of attitude, and you must fight it within yourself, not in others.

The Modern Schopenhauer

He begins with romantic reveries
Dreamily and steamily, and sex and breasts.

Then, he scars his conscience, and sees his sin
And moodily meditates on the conspiracies of the world.

Then he finds poetry, and literature, and begins to 
Grasp at notes of knowledge, pure and undefiled.

Then he dives deep into his religion, seeing it is 100% true
And finds the evidence, and the reason for his faith.

Next, does he find love, and open up and lose his neurotic ways?
Or does he grow kind, and loving, and heartbroken at dashed hopes?

Let not his love grow cold, or his heart bitter, my LORD;
Let Youth burgeon once again. Let him see the breasts of mercy.