Genius is the ability to remember
Facts, solve logic puzzles,
And do math.

Meanwhile, parents and children
Struggle to find discipline
And win the one hundred thousand dollars.

What is genius, is recognizing how unimportant
That show is, as the children are forced to regurgitate
Facts and data---
None the least are they shown to be geniuses
Except the one boy
Who is self motivated to learn.
And bonding with his father
He likely is the sure win to complete
The contest the strongest.

It's sad to me that this is what we call Genius---
Children's curious minds bogged down by structure.
So much so that what truly is interesting
They ignore and refuse to learn.

The joy of life is learning.
And contests strangle that joy.

Atheism is the hallmark
Of social failure.

Religion has failed.
Stories have failed.
Philosophy has failed.

Thus, men like sophists
Strive to invent religions from the stars
And the elemental atoms of the universe.

And sure enough,
Ignorance resumes its course
And the acropolis topples.

Tyranolog, sit upon thy bench
Of acacia wood.
The Library of Alexandra lay 
To the foreground.

"By the law of the land
"All your knowledge
"Retain'th in these volumes.
"Thou must, on threat of imprisonment,
"Tell every book thou hast ever read
"Every paper, every thought thou heardst,
"And thou must tell which of these books
"It come'th from."

The little Ethiopian Boy
Glanced up at the large palace.
"I cannot tell what books
"I read to obtain my knowledge
"Tyranolog. For, I've read so many
"And have seen so much.
"It is all a part of my very soul.
"Cannot I make something beautiful
"Without having to tell what book I may have learned it from?
"Or must I, lonely, keep a log of every sentence I read
"And thereby put it into a file as large as this library
"And so find the exact phrase which inspired me?
"For, I have written in my short life
"A summation of what I know.
"Must I now recant every word I have ever read or heard
"Before my life's work be published?"

The Tyranolog threw down her gavel.
"Blasphemy! You hear the offense against wisdom!
"Throw this boy into the dungeon
"And burn every word he had ever written."

Such it was under the Tyranolog.

I have heard it said
That there were two rival Princedoms.
The one dwelt by the waters
Was a lush kingdom,
Where the peoples,
With skill, had tilled the soil
And learned how to grow good crops.
Yet, the other land,
Being much more fertile,
Was ruled by a Warlord.

The King who ruled over the first kingdom
Was benevolent, and gave His subjects
Freedom to think, believe and behave
In any manner they so chose.
He did not oppress them
And He gave them their hearts' desire.
Knowing that their work
Produced the crops
And their crops produced the harvest
They must have toiled for the harvest
To be fed, and the King saw this was good.
For the land was dryer than the other land.

Yet, the Warlord presode over the lusher land
Where there were rumors of crops
Growing far more frequently.
It was rumored to have three growing cycles
And the fruits were supposedly decadent.
So, it came to be that many of the subjects
Of the First King's kingdom wandered over
Into the Warlord's lands.
And having wandered over to the land,
They were immediately subdued by his laws.
Yet, being fed, they lingered there
For the toil was not so great.

Yet, the Warlord had designs
To kill all of his subjects,
And thereby he was a foolish Prince
And caused great dearth in his land.
He oppressed his peoples
And killed many of them for no reason
Save his delusions that humanity was a curse.

It soon came to be, that the King
Saw His subjects were fleeing His kingdom
And He sought the reason why.
It was because the lands to the North
Were more fertile than the lands He had governed.
So, He mourned, knowing that the freedoms He had given
Were far more precious than the sustenance of sin.
It soon came by envoi that the King had learned
The designs of the Warlord. That the Warlord
Sought to slaughter all of the people
From the child to the elderly woman and even man.
It grieved the King greatly
So He had made a pact with the Warlord.
"Spare all the peoples, even those who came from your lands
"And those who come from your lands into my lands
"They shall be safe. Yet, those who stay in your land
"They shall suffer whatever you wish.
"Only spare the ones who leave and come into my domain.
"If Thou dost this, I shall be greatly pleased
"And even willing to hand over my own life for theirs."

So, the Warlord greedily took up the offer.
He paraded the King naked through the streets
And caused all of the subjects to loathe Him.
The Warlord then beat Him, whipped Him,
Caused all that were many to even spit on their Savior.
For, they did not know. 
It soon came to be, that the Warlord pierced His hands and feet
And nailed the King on a tree, at the border of the two kingdoms.
So, there, all could see the King were dead.
Yet, messengers came swiftly into the Warlord's domain
Telling all to hasten and run away
Into the King's domain where they would be safe.
For, the Warlord had thought to kill all the men who stayed.
Yet, very few listened. And many decided not to flee.
Yet, numerous were those who fled the Warlord,
And they found paradise in the Kingdom.

Yet, the Warlord was wroth that his subjects were fleeing,
So, before killing them, he roused their hearts against the neighboring lands
And raised an army greater than the sands of the seas.
He had amounted them, and convinced them that 
The land before them would be theirs
If they so chose to enter into it through his force.
Yet, it was deceitful, but the Warlord saw
That there was yet no King able to defend it.
Yet, while the army was upon its march
The King who was slain stood upon the hill
Between the two kingdoms.
The Warlord had said, 
"You are not dead? Yet I watched you die?
"Our contract is now nullified, since you now live."
And it soon came that one hundred forty-four thousand
Stood upon the crest of the hill with the King,
Faced against numbers greater than the sands.
The battle was fierce,
Yet not one of the one hundred forty-four thousand knights fell in battle.
The Host of the Warlord's, however,
Was slaughtered to the sum,
So that only the Warlord remained.
This man, the King threw into a dungeon
And burned his kingdom with fire.
The King's kingdom, however, through the knowledge of the land and its lay
Created a far more fertile land than even the Warlord's.
So, the peoples who escaped the Warlord's "utopia"
Were then given back their freedoms,
And prospered for eternity.


This is an Adaptation of a story I heard in Church. The Preacher had recited it, and I gave a shorter version of the story, filling in the gaps of what he preached. His version, the King's Father, the Emperor, came and fought the Warlord, and I felt that since the King is Christ, there would have to be mention of the resurrection. There'd be no victory over sin without the resurrection. Not that his version was lacking. It was just mine needed to be written as an addendum, to glorify Christ.

The American Dream.
One man says, "It is dead."
Another says, "It is alive."

He who says, "It is dead,"
Sees what America has become,
The pursuit of possessions,
The pursuit of fame
The pursuit of power;
And this dream of the Nineteen Fifties
As both interlocutors have agreed,
Is the pursuit of wealth and prosperity unmeasured.

He who said it is alive, however,
Reads Jefferson's words
In the constitution.
"Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness."
That these rights are inalienable.
He is right that the ideal American Dream
Are these three ideals.
Yet, he dismisses what Jefferson said,
"The separate and equal station 
"To which the laws of nature, 
"And of nature's God entitle them."
Not understanding the Law built
Within our nature... to which I appeal to it
And he says, "That is an appeal to authority."
In that statement, it breaks the American Dream in two.
For, if there is no authority, but our own,
Then there can be no life, liberty or happiness.
For all men, equally pursuing their happiness
Would infringe upon others in their happiness.

Thus, the Pursuit of Happiness
Becomes materialism...
And our younger generations sacrifice liberty
For that goal, rather than the whole.
For they will sacrifice authority
On the alter of Logic and Reason.
Yet, there is nothing logical about rejecting
The authority of how human minds are bent
And the order created by Law for their own happiness.
For if there is no Law and Order,
And Laws are not written according to the Laws which the God of Nature has dictated,
Then there can truly be
No Happiness at all
For all men's pursuits would trample upon other men's rights.
And that is the station of our way today.

Came on All Hallow's Eve
Nine minutes of hell.
The children had pomegranate
Sweet Breads, apples 
And nuts dropped into their bags
While the masses were in mass.
And thirteen thousand houses
Would be destroyed.
Church, palace, convent
Nothing was left
After the fires, the waters
And the Earth.
The waves swallowed the treasures of kings
Diamond, carbuncle, corundum, beryl, onyx 
Tsunamis tore into the sleepy city with golddust waves;
Killing 50.000 souls.
Half the country's gross Domestic Product
Was eaten by the trembling of
A Nine Richter Scale quake.

Many lost their faith.
Why?

Was it because All Saints Day
Would later become Halloween?
Was it because God hated the veneration of the saints?
Was it a natural phenomena, uncontrolled by God's hand?

The answer is no.
Jesus answered the riddle seventeen hundred and fifty five years
Prior.

In the end days, there would be rumors of war
And wars, and great earthquakes and famines
And plagues in diverse places.
There was another earthquake
That same year which hit Morocco.

The thing is, we ought to be ready to abandon our wealth
Our lives, our livelihoods for Christ.
For the days of His coming are nigh;
Like Poseidon, he comes with the quaking of the earth
And the rising of the seas
To wash away.
Yet, it is not diverse gods
But only one.
To remind man that He is the one Who brings fortune.
He is the one who brings destruction.
On good and evil, such things will overcome them.
Because it is a sign of the time
And if we get complacent, and comfortable,
Sometimes we need to be shaken out of our slumber
To remember the awesome power of providence. 

note: if editing in the future, don't capitalize "gross".

Dear,
Atheist

If atheism were a lack of belief, why proselytize it? Since you're so technical with our definitions, proselytize has two different senses. The first is to try to convert someone The second is to promote. You are promoting your lack of belief? So, what is it called when you set out to promote or convert someone to an opinion?

Seems contradictory.

Sincerely,
B. K. Neifert

P.S.

Disbelief already means "Lack of belief." and having to create apologetically arguments to defend your position, isn't helping your cause.

Dear,
Alex

On the problem of suffering. The Earth is cursed. It is cursed because man has the knowledge of sin. When Adam and Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge, they immediately had the power of judgment given to them, and through judgment, comes the power to discern right from wrong. With that knowledge, comes the ability for man to cause greater suffering.

It's my thoughts that animals are like Pan chasing Syrinx. It might seem cruel, but they are animals. They haven't the knowledge of right and wrong. Which, God was willing to keep that state of bliss for humans, too. Yet, when our ancestors chose to eat of the fruit in the garden, it genetically infused in us judgment. It's also why Christ is very adamant about surrendering judgment. Because it's God who judges, and though man has that capability, it was never man's place to have.

So, the suffering of this world must be endured---as God created the world to include suffering, and thereby prove to man that this was not his eternal home. And by doing so, there is a promise of a greater life hereafter. Because this world is flawed, and is filled with the knowledge of good and evil. Men without that knowledge wouldn't be capable of the great crimes they commit. For without that knowledge, there wouldn't be the ability for man to creatively cause suffering. Or, their greed which inevitably creates suffering in the form of economics. Or their unrest, which also causes great suffering.

The laws handed down by God were given to reduce suffering as much as possible. For, it might seem strange, but if those laws were followed, there would be considerably less suffering on the Earth, because man would be judged, and by judgment, Law would supersede anarchy, and thereby create order. But, since Christ came to redeem man, judgment has been taken from men, and has been given under the authority of the Son, to judge all human life when the time comes for judgment.

With that said, suffering was intentionally built within this world because sin entered into it, and with that suffering, there is hope in a better future where suffering will be put away with the grave. All suffering will cease one day, by God's authority, and this world is the battleground, where souls who are good will find Jesus, and suffer this life for a short amount of time, while those who take their pleasures here will be put away. For those who find their pleasure on the Earth will only have that pleasure. Not to say rich men cannot be saved, but only to say that it is easier for a camel to be thread through a needle, than for a rich man to enter into heaven. The reason why is that the rich have attained their wealth, often at the expense of the poor who work long hours for their benefit.

I say this with regret, but we all will answer for the suffering of the poor. Either be forgiven by Christ, because we accepted Him, or be thrown into hell, for you and I are both rich, and all of our sustenance comes from their sweat. It's a crime worse than murder, and one Voltaire understood well and vexed him all of his days, knowing that his beloved sugar came from the backs of workers in Cuba and Costa Rica who were essentially slaves. That is the price we pay for being Westerners, but God has given us a way to be redeemed. And those men in Costa Rica, who some of them having to murder, steal and assault to live, will thereby also be forgiven of their crimes.

There is suffering because of sin. It's as simple as that, and sin is defined in the Old Testament and the New Testament. And the world is filled with sin, both rich and poor. And we, having been given the choice, will either find Christ and thereby attain to Eternal Life through the predestination of His Election, or we will choose him not, and thereby have our names blotted out of the book of life. The choice---since your so fond of that concept---is merely to accept His grace or not. There is no other choice.

David, my sweet David,
You wrote Ovid and Caxton's Arthur,
Chaucer and T. S. Eliot.
Your beautiful wife Helen wrote the Iliad and Odyssey.
Our best friend wrote Paradise Lost.
Would you now lie, and say my letters are actually yours?
Another of our friends wrote Hyperion.

I believed in your lies;
All of them.
And I will still claim you're innocent
Though my brother is burdened by your sins.
And I am burdened by them, too.
I did see you hunting
The night your your prey escaped.
I saw it in the dreams
You gave me.

I am wise. And you 
You are the King of Tyre.

I had visions of Athena whispering into your ears
Telling you that he would corrupt you.
I saw your thrill at the ancient American Legends...
Yet, you did not write them.
I had to. I had to because you
Were out having fun.
You shirked your responsibilities
So you could live like a king
And do your magic.
And they are more mine, now,
Then they were ever yours.

So, I say this: You are not my brother.
Though, it is you, who like a changeling,
Have snuck into my life.
I say this:
David is innocent.
Because I am David,
And I am innocent.
Yet, you, I tell you, you are not.

Nay, my loves,
Know that God's Word never changes.
The Synagogue of Satan
Changes it;
Those who say they are Jews
And are not, but lie.

As Amos spoke, 
There is a famine of hearing the Word of God.
What is my voice?
I don't know.
However, I remember Jesus' words
And I remember the Law of Moses.
It was to love our neighbor as we love ourselves
And to repent of all wrongdoing.

To my friends Who believe on God
Remember the things you were first taught.
There is no reason to fight in war.
There is no reason to struggle.
This is not our world.
This is not my world.
And if you let it go,
You shall have everlasting peace.

For the Preachers alter the words of God
The Sadducees' and Pharisees'
Doctrines are heard.
The Sanhedrin levy their accusations.
Be strong, those of you Who follow Christ.
Jew or Gentile believer,
Abandon the Star of your idol Moloch;
Give up the Eye of Horus.
Understand that we ought to believe
And be comfort to Zion.

Under Hezekiah the Law was forgotten.
Under Josiah as well.
The law is forgotten here today
Except for those of us who can still remember it.
Be strong, and wait upon the LORD's goodness.
For He shall come like a thief in the night,
And in a twinkling of an eye.
The time is near the end.

All God's people said
"Amen".