I found you one evening
While walking through a vision;---
I saw your face,
And knew you were my all.

I then saw you in my dreams
Mourning the loss of your love...
Did he love you?
I don't know, but I saw you

Sitting on your sofa
With your legs over the arms;
You were so cute
And I heard your name.

To me, it was the name of Heaven.
Where are you, my princess?
Are you held captive somewhere
By King Solomon?

Know this, I would give a talent
Of precious silver
Just to see your face again;
The face of Erin Amaris, Jorgia Erin; 

Your name is Zion;
God's gift.

Please don't make me a philosopher.
Make me a writer, a story teller.
Make me a preacher; maybe my sermons are interesting.
Make me a reader who always tried to understand words.

The questions I ask are very different
From Philosophy's.
I'm not interested in whether God exists
Or whether there is choice;
Not in moral nature;
Neither in meaning nor in consciousness.

Jesus is God.
There is choice.
Morals are absolute and can be discovered.
Meanings are clear.
Conscience is obvious and reliable.

No, I'm interested in why people don't understand those things.
Why don't people believe in Jesus?
Why do men get dissuaded from moral certainties?
Why can a simple sentence get obfuscated by a reader?
Why don't people see their conscience is reliable?
Why can they not adduce from their own sight that others have the same?

Those are the questions I ask.

And the answer is always the same.
Because sin is lovely
Until it makes you unable to answer simple questions.

I've been called Pseudo-philosophical for making these observations.

When I look into a baby's eye,
When I see coefficients can be used to find any quadrilateral's side,
When I look into the moon against a blue sky,
When I see Pi is a circle's circumference if the diameter is one,
When I see lines, arranged, follow certain rules when taking shapes,
When I see a sentence can always be understood, regardless of syntax,
When I see moral philosophers discovering the very principles Christ taught,
When I see ancient myths of resurrections,
When I see miracles described by Plutarch,
When I see the ramifications of bad philosophies on the world,
When I see the effects bad behaviors have on societies,
When I see Christ prophesied in the Old Testament,
When I see genuine human kindness, oh how rare it's become!,
When I see the stars and Niagara falls with the feelings they arouse,
When I see genuine romantic love that will persist,
When I remember peace,
When I watch a movie, and the good men kill evil ones,
When I see people who want to love themselves are the most selfish,
When I see falsehoods spring up into popular ideology, and they warp society into melancholia,
When I see nobody is happy, but I remember a time when they were,
When I felt the love of my family, my grandmother, my grandfather, my aunts and uncles,
When I see morals are certain because behaviors have consequences,
When I see selfishness hurts people, and twists all of society into a deep sadness,
When I see lustful people are vexed all the time, and filled with anxiety and bitterness,
When I see prideful people are loved for a short time, but it's only because everyone has too much pride,
When I see science calls evil things good and good things evil---I say to myself, "That can't be right",
When I see rainbows, saw cicadas in 1994, see the diamond of life within an Animal's mien,
When I remember being a baby, and not being an Atheist, but rather I talked directly to God,
When I see beauty is symmetrical and beauty is health,
When I see the colors of wildflowers and the bees pollenating them; 
What caused the bee to fly and need plant nectar?,
What caused the beginning of the world?,
What reason do we grow colder the further we drift from Christ,?,
What reason do the men claim there is no God, when their very breath is the evidence?,
What reason do we believe our consciences cannot perceive the real world?,
What reason do we pervert our nature to cause ourselves suffering, but then lie to and say we do not suffer?,
What reason do we say "Morals are universal," when the only moral men agree upon is "Thou Shalt not Kill?,
How long will it be when even that moral is no more?,
How many times must we witness a miracle, before we can stop rationalizing to ourselves that there is no God?,
How many beloved Christians have to die for the faith?,
Why did St. Paul and the other Apostles die for Jesus?,
Why is it said that Christ never existed, when His birth and death records are so stored in the Vatican?,
Why does Christ's death record say "He who claimed to be the Son of God," if not for Roman Conspiracy?,
Why did Rome spread a rumor and say the Apostles overwhelmed Centurions?
Why need this lie if He did not exist? ,
Why need this lie if He did not raise from the dead?,
Why are so many in self deceit and unhappy, when they can loose themselves from the bonds of Sin?,
Why are there righteous men who suffer, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why are there evil men who prosper, if not because Christ had said it?,
Why do we all know right from wrong, until we start claiming that neither can be truly understood?,
Why do we claim there is nothing certain, when there are many certain things?,
Why do we claim reason is subjective, if not only because we ourselves cannot understand?,
If we cannot understand something as simple as the meaning of a sentence, then how can we claim there is no God?,
That is the evidence I see, and there is much more.

The prey sees the predator
And it gives flight;
Thus, it survives.

The prey sees not the predator
And It is surprised;
Thus, it dies.

The ornate ocean of purple foam
Flows through the arboreal accolades
Of seaweed forests among the turquoise
Sway of the lumbering ocean currents
Which follow through the periwinkle sky
And the pelicans and petrels fly in their whining
Serenades to the stars in the evening sheen of
Golden sunsets, cascading to the sublime shift of melancholy
Blue and red, to the purple setting sky
Beneath the horizon of musky dirt which
Spans as purple mountains above the sandy beach
Nigh that arboreal forest of seaweed
Which in the now darkening night fades
To a black world filled with the sharks and fish
Doing their dances among the crest of the sunlit
End, in the green flash of a perfect day
Upon the horizon of the ocean.

Canto I

At the ides of the Roman Republic
The Consuls made sacrifice to the gods.
They buried two Romans and two white Gauls
Killing them as a human sacrifice 
To bring the Romans fortune in their war.

Thus, out went those two consuls to conquer
And make war on the Gauls, to purchase tor.
There arose over Rome three distinct moons
As the rivers ran with the stink of blood.
The peoples thought this an omen from their
gods, so they sent word to Flaminius 
And that slovenly blackguard Furius
To come back, and not to engage their foes.
Yet, word was not heeded, and they fought Gaul.
They returned, so brought themselves dishonor
For a God they did not know sent evil
Wonders over the land, to make Rome's folk
Repent of their doings. They thus heeded 
The sign. They shamed the two consuls who put
Those four women to death, to pluck their souls
Into She'ol for the sake of reaping 
A sign from aught their idolatrous gods.
Yet, from LORD JHWH came the awesome
Sign, and with it the stench of rotten blood.
The peoples feared, and so put Marcellus
As the Roman Consul, and sent him to
Battle the Gauls in the dark-green forests.

Canto II

There came to the war, where Marcellus found
Himself with few men in numbers. Come hordes
Of Gauls numbering ten-thousand horsemen
Over the ravine! Marcellus was so
Outnumbered, having a decimate halved of 
The force of the Gauls; thus, on the day of
Battle, he rode his prized warhorse, without
Pride, but rather had a fear of the force
In front of him. The thunderous hooves of
The Gallic horsemen pounded through the woods
Shaking the branches off the trees, which scared
Marcellus' horse. The horse turned to face
The East, toward God's temple which was being
Built by a peoples hencefar unknown to
Roman might, who would one day be ruled by
Them and their empire. The horse was stayed
And thus Marcellus prayed to the unknown
God, "God of the Sun, the true God over
"All heaven and earth, if you save me this
"Day, I shall offer you the oblation
"Of Feretrius, and give it to you 
"My greatest spoils of war, Oh Heaven's
"King!" Thus, when he turned his steed he bolstered
And told the men he offered oblation
Thus to consecrate the battle, but to
Hide from them that his steed had winced in war.

It came to, that from the woods emerged the
Gallic forces, who numbered twenty times
The number of Marcellus' soldiers.
The horses readied to collide with his
Yet from the horde emerged the Gallic Prince
Who wore an armor of Gold and Silver
Purified seven times, which was inlaid 
With webs like that of a spider, and etched
Into it were fine gems of sapphire
Ruby, Emerald, Diamond, Topaz, Bronze
Links and Onyx; Amethyst and Coral.
Marcellus saw this as the oblation
And so smote down the warrior with his lance.
What followed was his train of troops rushing
To aid him, and they smote down more warriors
Than any victory in Roman times
Past, present or future. Thermopylae
Was a battle rivalled only to it
Which was fought by Pagans in their many
Wars. Thus, Marcellus had defeated Gaul
In battle, with petitions to the LORD. 

Dear,
Mr. Harris

For a man who murdered, there is no hope in this life. Such a man, having no hope, ought better well to murder even more and suck life's pleasure from its very marrow. He ought to rape. He ought to pillage. Because there is no moral expungement for the crime. Not under human agency. Such a man, if put in prison, ought to escape prison. He ought to slaughter and pillage, and seek every ounce of pleasure from life that he can. And, such a man, only killing him could suffice to end him. The very crime he committed then be levied on the executors of his judgment.

It's only the logical outcome of such a man, having no way to be forgiven. And such a man has existed many times throughout history, and has pleasured himself with young girls, men's wives and even men and boys. Never suffering in their life, always being rewarded by his cohorts. They live in Africa, they live in Russia, they live all over the place, such men. And without Hell, such a behavior is logical. Without justice, of course you're not stupid enough to believe that it'd create less suffering in the world to allow such behaviors to exist. Therefore, justice is easy to believe in. Yet, it's so hard to achieve, as half the world's conscripts and nuclear weapons belong to such men as these.

In what way would change such a man? It's only Christ. Who offers forgiveness, once and for all, and saves one, giving one a motive to live and therefore be beneficial for man and neighbor. As, the logical outcome for anyone who has murdered---knowing they will suffer for twenty to forty years, and without a plan for redemption---is only to reap as much destruction on the world, and therefore gain as much pleasure as they can. It can be only hedonism.

Now, you understand the man I'm describing is wrong. Inherently, such a man ought not exist---and such a man is rare who'd be even capable of this. And this is evidence of the conscience of man, yet in that conscience lies the proof of God's existence. That most men are restrained by it. Yet, a slow backslide has occurred in other cultures to completely erase the conscience in large swaths of humanity. The conscience is by no means universal, and it can be inured or even removed. If Christ's forgiveness does not exist, and His law not preeminent, and His truth not supreme in the hearts of man, then what follows is the kind of man I just described for soon it would be necessary for all men to be murderers just to survive. It'd be the Cave Man wandering the desert, impregnating his wife, eating her fetuses, raping her---and there's no evidence that such a man ever existed, but rather the contrary is more often proven, that man from his inception---because we also observe it in the beasts---had compassion. 

You might say, "Aha! You've only proven my case." No... I have not. For a world of predators has existed in Rome and Tenochtitlan, where there was utter lawlessness and the complete indulgence in humanity's vices. So, there has been such men as the cave man just described. But, we know such a man is wrong because he creates suffering. Yet, to some men suffering is pleasurable, and such a man is often a murderer.

So Christ is necessary for human kindness. To solidify the gaps in our justice, and to give men a hope beyond the Earth. Or, something to fear. For without it, man goes astray. Not because it's a fantasy to help men be better men, but because it's true that there must be eternal justice for a man, whether he be good or evil. And one principle of the Scripture is that all men are evil, for we cannot see the suffering we cause, but it inevitably is true that we do cause suffering. For it is compulsory. Thus, eternal salvation must rest upon Christ and Christ alone, for we have all caused enormous amounts of pain, and we are all guilty, so we must all likewise be saved by one Who was not. For the only way to redeem man, is to accept he is fallible, and therefore, give ourselves over to the knowledge that this world is cursed, and is not where we are meant to be.

I go round this cycle to help you understand humanity more completely, and why you must be wrong. For, yes there are tidal waves, and yes there are starving children. But, those children starve---the gross majority of human catastrophe---due to insufficiencies in human kindness, and and a defiance of the Sabbatical laws which tell man to rest, and his land to rest. For, there is a command to rest in the Bible, and it's an important command. To rest in Christ.

Because such a man needs Christ, and so does justice, and so do all of humanity's pleasures rely on there being a God, for what we've found in human agency is precisely the vices I just described. And those peoples who are rejuvenated by Christ, it shows that the very pleasures of love rely upon it. Yet, there is also pleasure in sin and because of that, there ought to be a hell.