Wordsworth

Your friend Robert Southey,
More intelligent,
A memory like an elephant's,
Wrote copious works of fiction
Laden with facts and history.
Yet, you, in your simplistic genius,
Had creative mind.
Less intelligent than Robert,
You multitudinously put
Your things together and created art. 

Why You Need Christ

"I have not sinned."
Prideful, Vain, Idolatrous.
"Yet I have not hurt anyone."
Selfish, at Enmity with God, Deceitful.
"God forgives, and evil does not exist."
Unmerciful, Backbiter, Hater of Good.
"I meditate and form my own wisdome."
Idle Worship, Self Seeking, Boastful of Thy Sin.
"Christ did not die, save for His own sin."
Liar, Slanderer, Disobedient to Thy Parents.
"I am energy, therefore a part of God."
Adulterer, Blasphemer, Thief.

For all of this, thou art guilty
Of eternal perdition
And shalt be cast
Into the lake of
Fire. 

Gödel’s Theorem on God’s Existence

Gödel's theorem at its simplest,
Is this, "If it is necessary for God to exist,
"Then God must exist."

Simply put, civilization is falling apart without belief in Him.
Basic human constructs of right and wrong are ignored.
People are attempting to abolish basic human rights such as freedom of speech, mobility and religion through the absence of belief.
Goodness cannot exist---purely---if there is not a God
Because then Goodness would always be relegated back 
To men and their faulty judgments.
We seem unable to even define gender without belief in God
The most basic and obvious of all truths.
People don't understand what love is without Him.

It seems, that it is necessary for there to be a God; therefore, He exists.

The Cycle of the Fly

A fly in the spring,
Is a colonist,
Is strong, sleek,
Nimble...
It must survive, to breed.

A fly in the summer
Lives in a Golden Age.
They are fat, strong,
And diverse.
It lives, without fear of starvation.

A fly in the fall
Lives in its decadence...
All the fruits are consumed,
It forgets how to forage
And is sluggish.
It dies, while the strongest survive to reseed the next generation.

The Time I Shrank

I contemplated on Genius---
Alexander, Leonardo,
Nicola Tesla, Thomas Jefferson,
I realized each of these men
Were endowed with genius.
They would be like every other man
Had not Providence blessed them
With the skills they are famous for.

While walking down the street
I felt myself physically shrink.
The world became smaller,
I became smaller, realizing
Genius followed me,
Like the Ancient Greeks understood.
Alexander was commissioned
To destroy Tyre, thus his genius.
Leonardo was commissioned to 
Begin the poring out over nature and anatomy.
Thomas Jefferson was commissioned
To build a nice government for God's elect.
Nicola Tesla, also, was commissioned
To build the best comforts for God's elect.
Every Genius throughout history,
Were those endowed with providential force...

I had opened up my book of mythology,
And came right to the page
Describing monsters. And there,
It also described Prodigies.
That same day, I opened up
Right to Euclid's theorem on Odd Numbers---
Nothing could be more literary,
Yet I randomly chose it.
It was genius which follows me
And opened me up to those pages.
Not I---for that is Genius.
It does not come from within.
It builds while you are its tool.

Yet, Genius cannot save you.
It can only guide your hand in her work.
For genius belongs to everyone
Who becomes prodigious in their exercises.
That is how the Greeks understood it.
And I shall too, for by seeing
Prodigies on the page I prodigiously
Opened up to, so with it I looked up the word Prodigy
Today, and found the true meaning of genius.
Genius is not something we do---
Rather, it follows us
Like when I opened up Nietzsche
And prodigiously found the passage
Pertaining to the Lion, Dragon and Child. 
Genius builds her things, and we are the tool by which she fashions.
And it was Genius who was with God at the foundation of the Worlds.
For she is Wisdom, Whom bestows upon whom God bestows.

Genius

Let us go back to the old understanding---
Genius made the grapes grow,
Genius made the performance good,
Genius made the chef cook perfection,
Genius opens a book to the perfect page,
Genius follows man, giving him endowments
Over the arts, the sciences; the judgments of the law.

For, to I, Genius is Providence.
Genius is God's holy hand guiding
Us. Without such Word being a guiding principle
Man or Woman can do no thing.

For, the providential reach of Genius comes 
Not from within the mind, but the prodigious
Inspiration of God's endowment over the hand and her talent.

A Sermon on Satan

Satan is a little bit like Modern Christianity's Santa Claus. It's not that he doesn't exist, it's the thought that Satan is malignant, and only acts by his own authority. As if Satan does whatever he pleases, and is in total rebellion against God. That he acts on his own authority, and isn't given authority by Christ Himself.

When we understand that bad things happen to us according to God's plan, and that Satan only can act or harm us by God's authority, we understand that our suffering is a part of God's authority. There is no prosperity which God does not bestow, and also no disaster. God is the Author of both good and evil. Does this make God evil? No. For, when you discipline a child for his misbehavior, it is evil, but it is still being done for goodness' sake. When you condemn a criminal to die, it is evil, but it is wrought for goodness' sake. Satan, of course, is vengeful and angry, and would destroy us if he could; but, unless Satan is given that authority by God, he cannot touch us.

And, we must understand that suffering is ubiquitous. Satan shall cause many to suffer, especially good people. Being under fiery trial is not evidence of sin in the Christian's life. It is, rather, evidence of God's holy tribulation, trying the Christian in a furnace to refine them like silver. And to bring out all of the poisonous lead. That is what God is doing by trying us in the furnace. He is drawing out our iniquity, and is fuller's soap. It stings, it burns, it leaves our skin raw. But, it ultimately cleanses us of our impurities.

If you're under affliction, understand God doesn't allow Satan into your life for no reason. It is either to destroy you---if you have no faith---or it is to make you a better person. God can bring destruction upon children, elderly, men, women, whomever He pleases. And when that destruction comes, we must face it and hold onto God like Jacob did the Christophany. Even if God wounds us, we must hold onto Him, as the wound is for our salvation. There will be an end to the wounds and the chastisement. There will be an end to all suffering. And we, being wise, must hold onto Christ with every ounce we have. We must not revile Satan, and say, "He is evil, and does this thing according to his own will." He does not. Satan acts according to God's will, and only has power to destroy up to God's allotted amount. After which, God will not allow Satan to abuse you anymore. When you've reached the end of your trial, when you've reached the end of the hot Chastisement, God will build up your walls, and not let the enemies through the gate. God will bless you at the end of every trial. He will rest you, feed you, like a shepherd goading his flock will cause them to lie down in the pastures, and feed upon the sweet grasses in the meadows. He will lead you to new grasslands, when the previous one is all chewed up. And if you go astray, He will leave those sheep, and come find you.

That is Christ. Satan is God's rod, which comes down upon wickedness. He either reaps goodness in the Christian, or if their sins cause backsliding, he reaps destruction. Satan is meant to either destroy, or he is meant to refine the Christian and make them righteous. Understand this, and you shall be given unto greater blessing, and not be afraid of Satan. Satan is a false brother, one who walks nigh through trials, and comforts with flatteries, while he on the back end is the reaper of your misery. He walks close by, feigning love, but on the other side is creating the havoc and orchestrating your captivity. And Satan works through all people; his unclean spirits are in all the people given to sin, and they create a vice grip by which Satan tightens his shackles around the Christian. Yet, do not fear him. For these things are all ordained and predetermined by God. Satan will, as it were, one day cease from his assault, for the walls of Jerusalem shall be built. And no longer will he be able to tear them down, or assail them. So long as the Christian stops sinning. If the Christian returns to sin, then the walls shall be broken asunder, and there will be no helper this time.

Therefore, repent. And keep one's heart clean.

Why We Need Biographies

Whenever I read a work, one of the first things I do is research the Author. I look for any interviews the Author did, I look for any kind of biography on the author. I look for anything I can to help me understand the Author's thoughts, and what might have been going through their mind as they wrote.

This is helpful, because then I can properly extrapolate the theme from the Author's stories or essays. By knowing who the Author was, and what the Author spoke, and what he or she actually believed, I can reference that as a Rosetta Stone for interpreting any Author's work.

It's almost imperative that someone know the author, before they interpret their work. And doing so, one can look at the four Gospels in the Bible, and use it to fully understand the Bible. Both Old and New Testament, we can see Jesus' extreme mercy, His extreme kindness, His meekness, and understand this characteristic was the personality who blessed David and told Joshua to go out to battle. We can understand that Jesus, Who is the same God Who told Israel to defeat Canaan, is the same God Who died upon the Roman cross.

It's imperative that we understand this, too, as most people believe the Old Testament is a different God than the New. The fact is, they are not. Jesus, when He returns, will bear the sword in wrath, and will exercise all of God's judgment upon the world. He came in the Roman times to demonstrate His mercy, and to later bestow the gift of His ministry to men and women, so they could share in the impartation of blessing which Jesus had lived. Yet, it is imperative that we understand every word in the Bible is a red letter. It's all Jesus' words, and it's all Jesus' sayings. Save the dialogue, when one of the people are speaking. Yet, even those, in their certain way, are paraphrases used by Christ to express the person's true feelings, and to concisely speak their words, not His.

When we understand an author, we can have better insights into the work they've created. We can know their beliefs, their motivations, their systems and ways of thinking. When reading a book, one ought to absorb every ounce of information they can about the author, if there is ever going to be any kind of understanding the text. It's a part of the circle of readership. The text is a mediator between Author and Reader. It's been said before, yet with one of the pieces missing, there can be misinterpretations of the text.

 For works which we do not know the author, there is only the times we can understand. That is equally as important. When we do not know the Author, we must understand the times, the traditions, the works' place in history. What previous commenters had said about it. Yet, with the Bible it is quite different. We need only know the man responsible for Writing it, and that is Jesus. Who, I'm sure, was like any other writer, and wrote His book in His spare time, between sanding and shaping stools and tables; or whatever materials His family could afford. Jesus probably was gifted vellum from His mother, on which He'd carefully inscribe the scriptures the way He wished them to be read. And Christ would write, both Old and New Testament. He would set down, and slowly scribe out His masterpieces, prophesying the entire thing. That's how I imagine it, as it's a lot easier to understand the Bible when we know it's written by one Author. And we need to have faith that God is careful enough to preserve a work for us to study, so that we don't believe He would leave His children in the dark.

When I'm studying other authors, I use the same methods. I look over their life, I study their beliefs, their patterns of thinking, their phraseology, their mentality, their age, the way they died. I pore over their interviews, their biographies, their extraneous philosophies. That way I can get an accurate portrait of who the Author was, or is. As, without it, there is no way one can conceivably understand the works they read. Without knowing the man or woman behind the voice, there can be no true knowledge of the stories one reads, and their meaning. Aesop, we know, was a slave. Therefore, we understand his fables as concealed metaphors which hid their meaning from the slave owners, and they were passed down from slave to slave. And we know that he was freed for his cunning. Plato, we know, knew Socrates, and was intent on finding a perfect Form on which to base all other things. He, as it were, was looking for the Author of Creation. And we, being in the current century, have found Him and His name is Jesus. Then there is philosophers, writers, thinkers, theologians. Their lives are important to study, so their works can be accessed. Whether miserable failures, victims, prosperous or conquerors of the world---we must know the Author of a text in order to understand their work. And without it, we must condescend to the time period it was written.
 
Yet, sometimes, also, there are things we shall only know about the Author through his or her writing. And that, my friends, is why we read. We can only, truly, know a writer by reading their text. As many biographers try to piece together the puzzle of an author, they cannot unless they were there to meet them. And sometimes, biographers can be outright wrong about the great ones, if there is political interest to skew the authors' personal lives. Thus, we come full circle, as the other thing which is true about the Bible, is that all we know about Jesus is written in the scripture, as if by His own hand. Just like Shakespeare's sonnets betray our modern scholars are wrong about him, so does Jesus' words betray that modern Scholars are wrong when they wish to frame Him as a sinner or otherwise try to defame Him as a lunatic. His words do not betray a decrepit mind. We know Jesus existed for two reasons: One, His census still exists, and two because Paul, after his conversion, eight years after Jesus' death, approached James and Peter. James, who was Jesus' little brother, confirmed the teaching that Jesus had resurrected, and that He was indeed God made into Human Flesh. And that is how we know, for Paul indisputably is a historical figure, and we know he did indeed persecute the church. Therefore, the Gospel was not, nor could be, an invention of his mind. It was, from its beginning, the gospel handed down to us we see today.

Mythology Is a Soap Opera

As I was reading Agamemnon's fate, in Edith Hamilton's Mythology, I realized Mythology is a soap opera. I've read the Norse and the Greek, and I see it now. Someone is raping someone, someone is killing someone, someone is committing patricide or filicide to accomplish arcane magic. Nor do I believe that Agamemnon actually died this way. I tend to think of him as Nebuchadnezzar, and the Sack of Troy was the Sack of Tyre. Maybe some Bibliomancy was done to create it. As there is a verse in the Bible, "Behold, I will put a spirit in him, so that he shall hear a rumor and return to his own land, and I will make him fall by the sword in his own land.'" Perhaps that's just an overreaching theme in old literature, is the king returning from battle, and being slain. Perhaps because it is true. Maybe the peoples hate the war, and that is why there is regicide after coming home from a war.

The mythologies of the world were soap operas. They followed the ill reputed gods, who boasted omniscience and omnibenevolence, as they destroyed, and left wakes of ruin behind them. Setting an example to their people to follow. To rape those of lower status, to murder beloved children for magic---only, to expect recompense from the dharma of fate. For, every evil act must return an evil act. Which, is why I believe Agamemnon was Nebuchadnezzar is because that form of belief seems more consistent with the Babylonians.

That's the whole story. The gods in their dramatic wars with mortals and with one another, frolic without consequences, bringing upon the wrath of mortal and god alike. Sometimes there is a mortal who hates a god. Sometimes there is a god who hates a mortal. Whether because of rape, or because of infidelity, they seek retribution, destroying temples, bodies, while committing sodomy at times to accomplish the deed.

I see all of this, and now know what makes it interesting. I cannot write it. I know of humanity's bad nature, but I only know it from the outside. I know it from watching it, and feeling it oppress me. I know it on a crude, Global scale. I know it not intimately, anymore. When I read Ovid, I am reminded of my youth, chasing the girls around on the playground in boyish lust, like Pan and Syrinx, but that's over. That person died a long time ago. He died when I found Christ, and when I fell in love with Jorgia. An idea of love captivates me. Love actually saved me. Though it was love with a phantom, the idea of peace. What I write, I wish to capture peace. For, I tried writing my mythology, and I found it lacking the soap operatic feel and texture of a true mythology. I do not wish to make characters, populate my worlds---that author is dead, too. The imagination I had as a boy is cultured into a prosaic mind, wishing to merely find meaning. 

The King of Assyria heard a voice telling him of a rumor, I can only hope the same happens to Putin. And this war ends. Yet, I wish not to write the soap opera of kings and queens, of Putin and Elizabeth. I wish not to write the soap opera of history. My ability is waning---if I push, I might bring about another delusion. For somewhere does the material come, and I hope to comfort you with my arcane stories, and poems. I wish to give you peace with them. The waking up from a dream. But, my creative spring is tapped.