The Meaning of Life

Life’s not that important, actually. The only thing to get, is there’s a better one yonder, and do everything you can to spread the news of that.

Games are stupid. You play them too much, you become a petulant child your whole life. Play a few games every now and then, you’re alright. A little Pinochle, a little Cribbage, a little Chess. You can be a professional gamer—and that’s perfectly alright—to help other people enjoy life, as you’re very good at it, and they enjoy watching you at peak performance. But, very few can get to that level, or should.

Books are vain. You read them too much, you come away with funny ideas about life. You find they don’t tell the truth half the time, and the other half you have to go digging for them. A little Dickens, a little Austen, a little Tolstoy and Poetry. You can be a professional writer—and that’s perfectly alright—to help other people enjoy and learn about life, if you’re very good at it and seek out responsible information. So they learn, and are edified.

Sex is vain. You make love, it stings a little bit, you have flesh upon flesh, and see beauty and feel the sting. You make children, and raise them off the moments of extreme intimacy with your partner. A little game best played between two so infinitely devoted to one another, the two lives cannot ever be separated. You have that watersource, and the beauty of your lover, and your family teaches you how to be a grown man—that’s the stuff of life, but so few are able to find it because of vain philosophies about happiness.

Food is vain. You can make the most decadent foods, drink the most decadent drinks, have the spices of ten spices in your palate, and fats of meats and vegetables, and wine. It doesn’t make a difference. You eat, life is about eating and drinking, and making merry with your friends and family. But, even that is vain. As not many people get that enjoyment, and the world tells you it is wrong to enjoy it. So, you go through life, bitter and in anguish about life, as the one thing good in life is good food and fine company.

Work is vain. You strive endlessly to do something, and accomplish, but your work feeds everyone else, and you are destitute. You are given power to move mountains, build cities, power industry, feed nations, but you yourself cannot eat of it. And if you can, all men want what you have for envy, and will try to take it from you. You work hard at your trade, and every man wishes to satiate himself on your production, and take from you what you built. And if you have it, it is a good thing, premier in life, but few will let you have it for envy’s sake.

Love. Love is not vain. Caring for other people, and being yourself kind, charitable, forgiving and true and honest to the core of your being—as hard as it is—is the only thing in life that isn’t vain. Love for God and Love for neighbor, are the only two things in life that truly satisfy, as the world opens up all the other things, and makes them more enjoyable. You can have all of it, and be unhappy, without love. And you can have none of it, and be in bliss, with love. Therefore, I have found love for God and Neighbor preeminent of the meaning of life.

Good Food

You're done spending your money,
I just wanted milk and honey
You took our world to the shoots.

Why is everyone so poor?
Why is everyone so sore?
Why did I need your money, dude?

Was it not you who made it bad
Who made everyone so sad
So I'll just eat my good food.

I shouldn't have needed your money, dude.

My dad's a good man
And he doesn't understand
That I don't need your money, dude.

But so he doesn't get so poor
I'll just hold my hand out more
While my books sit for sale and just stew.

And if you don't pay me
I'll go out on the streets
And leave my dad with his wealth and pule.

I was just a tad too late
So I will starve at the gate
Like Lazarus, and die with no food.

Why did you make me sad
Why did I get so fat?
Was it not because you were so lewd?

You took every cent I had
And you hid it in a bag
And you made me get high on some tunes.

I don't need you.

Another Midrash

Oh my people! Repentance is coming into the land. The Sodomite is no longer elevated, yet a king's design is for war. Jeremiah was taken down to Prison--he was a captive in his own home--and he said, "Do not go to Egypt." Yet, they forced him there, and he did what he could, destroying even himself. And his soul was tormented by the envy of the demons. Why were you tossing on your bed, and meditating on suicide? Oh Jonah! Why did Nineveh repent in ashes? False Messiahs raise up in the land... I have seen it... yet this is not the end. This is the birth pangs, but my people, when you see that man of lawlessness, you shall be caught up, and never see suffering again. The LORD shall preserve you, if you call upon His name, and trust in Him. The King's King is destroying the LORD's evidence, and is making confusion. Have faith, and believe... for the Law is still good and wise, and speaks to our current times. Heed carefully, and repent, and follow the course of love, and curse not anymore. For by curses you shall live, yet if you repent, and curse no more, you shall be saved. Curse not, I say! Oh foolish Christians, you idly speak your curses over all, and have maddened the heart of saints, and made him sad, whom the LORD had not made sad. Cheer up the king, and say, "Cut off from you the wicked stem, that stem of Edom, and come, eat and drink, and let the next generation take up the lament!" Yet he would not. Oh, what shall I do for you, Israel? What shall I do for you sheep of Christ? I say, repent of your curses, and do not idly prophesy, and do not speak burdens, for the burden be upon you, and every man's word be his rule. Repent of your curses, and curse not the king. And curse not the government. And curse not your enemies. Yet you would not. For the king was cursed, by whom? By himself. For he took a good man, and made him crazy, and took his soul into chains, and maddened him profoundly... and he cut off all hope of success. Therefore, free this man from his debt, by forgiving him. Yet you would not. Therefore, his debt shall surely be freed by the LORD, for while he was in captivity, you came and confused him even more--every time, you came and made a weak mind bitter, one who needed healing, and you maddened him with your curses, and made him sign oaths he did not understand. Thus, his oaths be upon you. Do not curse in the land, for the land is full of cursing, and the king observes times, and prophesies falsely. Therefore, curse not, but bless in your heart and soul, and perhaps a grain offering shall be in you. For Jeremiah was innocent, and taken down to the slough, and put there, and brought back up into the courts by a rag. Do not put Jeremiah in prison, let Isaiah eat. Yet you would not. You wounded Ariel and you wounded Hephzibah. And you made them sad, whom the LORD was not making sad, but no, encouraged. And you sought to give the world to a good man, but he rejected it. And he still does. For a prophet speaks on the troubles of his time. Leave him be... do not burden him more than he needs, for his heart is scared and does not know if he is right or wrong. He does not perceive, though it all happen right before his eyes, and yet it is hidden.

Peter Sholze

I am not a mathematician like you,
Peter, but am very curious.
I spend time on the rudimentaries of rudimentaries
And study things in my purview.
I have not made a contribution--
I have pontificated on some things---
But I'd say Abel has already made my discovery.
P Versus NP cannot be,
Because it would generalize a formula for all shapes.
Some P cannot equal NP.
Why? The same reason πr^2 cannot equal l*w.
On a square, it works... if you do the radius times half the parameter
But not on a rectangle. Which is also why ellipses need Calculus
Which I spent about 2 hours figuring out one day.
As we don't know the parameter of an ellipse, therefore
Cannot generalize a simple formula for the shape;
And even then it wouldn't work on a rectangle, so you go nowhere.
We know the curve of a circle is pi, we do not know the curve of an ellipse
And that is why we need Calculus.
And then, I have one more inane idea---
That the Twin Primes can be used to solve Reimann's Hypothesis.
As we can find some way to establish a pattern through them
And the Zeta Function, that may get us to a concrete shape.
Those are my only theories, though...
Just a Philosopher.
Not as brilliant as you.

Another Midrash

LORD, Deborah is glorious, and her battles are fierce. Zebulon writes and aides her in the battle with his pen, and turns the enemy at the gate. But Lo! False seers have maddened Gideon! Don't you see! He was destined to deliver your people, but the false apostles came, and with their fleshly dreams, gave a vision to Gideon, but he won his war. Yet, the spirit of Gideon was wrong from that very moment onward, and he had made an idol out of the golden rings. And he turned all Israel a whoring after gold and filthy riches--for he was mighty. And even greater than that, he declined to be king, thus was half righteous. What shall be done, when I see this spirit changing the lands? And Adam is no longer satisfied by his wife's bosom? Shall we whore after money and gold? Or shall we idolize gold and money? Shall we seek after our portion here? Yes, return oh Israel, and you may have a portion here, as well. Return with your whole heart, and Joel's vision may come to pass, that a meat sacrifice is left in the valley. Do not, oh do not follow after the dreamers, for all dreams are vain. All men shall dream dreams, and the prophets shall see visions--trust in those--but not in false visions which give the spirit of Gideon's false counsel, for the counsel should come from sobriety and not a yoke of delusion. For though the vision comes to pass, it has come from erring mouths, and many such like soothsayers have entered into the congregation, speaking cursing, speaking blessing, dreaming dreams, and causing madness to wreak havoc on the land by their own enchantments. And they have maddened true prophets by their cursing, through many griefs and sorrows! Repent, oh Israel, and let blessing come from your mouth, and not idle curses or idle lies. Repent! Do not any longer teach your prophets to prophesy, unless they receive divine vision. How does one know divine vision? There is peace, and not confusion. There are words of encouragement, and not error. There is not vain and deluded babbling, or curses which curse a good man, and make the man sad whom the LORD had not made sad. Repent! In ashes! Lest bloodguilt be upon you all!

I saw the King scheming, to win his battle, and he had made a massive blunder. He thought no one saw him... and he schemed. For his enemies were truly more powerful than he was, and he was there, scheming. Do not scheme, but let the time come in its moment. Do what is timely in the moment, oh Kings, and not through your scheming. For, scheming backfires and leads the whole land into sorrows, and it leads to wars not paradise. Do not scheme, oh kings, and Prophets do not curse, save it is to enact repentance in the soul. Israel was ashamed of his counsel, and sore vexed by his shameful deeds. The king was maddened by Israel's prophecies, and the whole world too, yet it was the fat Heifers of Samaria who maddened Israel first, and had taught him how to curse. Rebuke them, and not him... for they came to him while in bonds, and taught him error and corrupted his mind in its weakness. Let the LORD purify him, and he shall be made new. Israel shall know God's peace, said the LORD.

The Poet

The poet tells me to read a book,
But he is unclear about what even he means himself.
To him, knowledge is agreement on a subject
Between two people... and that's what establishes wisdom.
Yet how can they be agreed, if they themselves
Do not even know what they mean when they speak?
Agreement is then, just mocking sounds
That neither one has the slightest knowledge for.
I'd rather never read another book again,
If that is what he gets from them.
I'd rather read nature, than a book.

My Favorite Pastor

My favorite pastor hates me---
This I know, for his silence is deafening.
He thinks I'm lazy, but well studied.
He thinks I accomplish nothing.
I don't know if it is just envy of me
Or that he thinks I truly am a sinner
And cannot get past the sins I committed in youth.
What am I to do, though?
If I affected nothing, then I am useless
But a human being, am I not?
Surely I am useless for myself
And for others... and he doth judge me a sinner
And I know in my heart... it is true.
I gave nothing.
I did nothing.
I hurt everyone.
I am nothing.
I have a heart to do good, but it does evil.
I know this.

My Friend the Author

She was my friend for fifteen seconds
And I spoke every ill imaginable---
But she was my friend.
My pride is so arrogant
And is why I am poor.
I am as good as a grandmaster
But a villain in my heart persists
Wherever that sore is touched.
I backbite my dad;
I slander honest people;
I get angry at all the world.
Only so far as that sore is touched
And my wound is incurable.
And it aches and agonizes
Every sorrowful burden is passed---
I chose a very miserable career
Knowing I am better than a bestseller
But not noticed by anyone.
And so I am cruel to a good woman
Who was my friend for fifteen seconds
And I can't help myself.
Would the success I get gain me more humility?
Or make me like another Arrogant Author I often run into?

Oh My People

Oh my people, so beautiful in the congregations
How I see your light, and it is an inspiration.
Yet the shepherds have spoiled, and made your sun go down.
You know not what the path is that leads you to the crown.

If I had a modern worship song for you
It'd be to have your faith be proved
And to live life in victory
And wrestle death and Satan's sting.

If I had one thing for you to say...
It'd be that life may not be so gay.
For fear and failure are a common theme.
Riches are not, they just are not our king.

A great world exists in heavenly temples...
Love God, and your neighbor with all reverence.
Know you're light is the light of my life.
The face of joy is my most precious sight.

Yet mourning comes in this life of sorrows
Great men of God are thrown down to the gallows
Of torment and sin and sorrows strong.
Know that your shepherds led you all wrong.

They said, "Life is about Christ and nothing else."
Not loving your neighbor, but they said, "Love yourself."
They say Love God for He is king...
Yet the Law of God they leave it be.

So here's my last stand on this hill, I sing so wretchedly,
Give me faith, for it is my burden, without enmity.
For sorrows rack me every single day
And Satanic forces wish to have their way...

There is no sin for swallowing a bitter pill...
Respite comes in another life...
Make heaven your spiritual wife.
That's the way of life.