Something we ought to have figured out in elementary school---
When everyone's having the argument ,"Boys rule and girls drool"
Or, "Boys are from Venus and have a penis, and girls are from Jupiter to get more stupider."
We should have figured out that girls have a vagina and boys have a penis.
But, collectively our culture has to argue about this.
There are actual academic articles trying to define gender---
Some toe skin and a little bit of clitoris tissue isn't going to make someone a male.
Drilling a hole in someone's pelvis and putting plastic velvet in it isn't going to make someone a girl.
Neither are silicon water bags implanted in the chest.

It should be easy to understand what the difference is between a woman and a man.
In fact, what we called "Birthing People" originally was "Woman".
We're all back in elementary school, but our mother's can't point out
The little sister's coolie or the little brother's pee pee, 
And tell them that she's a girl or he's a boy..
So, I can understand the confusion being had right now.
Culture needs a spanking.

Dear,
Mr. Kapinos

You created the show "Lucifer". In it you have a protagonist who isn't atheist because she believes in "Good and Evil and Right and Wrong." I applaud you for making this character, as Lauren German's  character is of the kind of Atheist as Marcus Krantz---my lead character in my first novel, "The Fifth Angel's Trumpet". If I may put my input, Lucifer is not proving himself the Devil to her in order to ensconce her in her Atheism. As, what better proof of God's existence, than the Devil Himself? Very wise thematic choice, as Satan cannot evangelize the Gospel, but rather can only cause suffering and hell.

With that being said, Lucifer is an interesting character. Portrayed as a man with Histrionic Personality Disorder, who is a sexual predator yet is seeking justice. What a wonderful world it would be if Lucifer sought justice. Every time I watch your show, I say, "If only the Devil were like so."

When I was in the hospital, there was a demoniac within the walls. He'd cry out, "I'm going to destroy you," In a deep voice, like one might see in a Death Metal song. He didn't sing it, but had that tone of voice. And he said, "I'm going to destroy you," while I was weeping in the other room.

Then, I heard the same voice within my head---one of the few auditory hallucinations I'd ever had, though I understood it as a demonic apparition. This particular devil I call a "Babylonian", as there are a multitude of fallen angels, and at the top echelon there are three with twenty-two distinct personalities. Lucifer, the "Covering Cherub", was one of the Cherubim, the four creatures who stand at God's throne. There must have been six of them at first, yet distinctly, two of them were different than the other four, thus, pride must have settled into their hearts. Lucifer sinned according to his "Brightness".

Yet, there remains ten distinct demonic personalities within the being called "Lucifer". As there are ten horns to the Dragon. And seven heads. Meaning, there is an enclave of Ten Kings and seven heads of state who will be possessed by this once Cherubim. Lucifer is Beautiful, and can take the form of a man. Which gets us to Job, when he roared like a lion, and on the command of God, he did everything in his power to strip from Job his salvation. And Lucifer caused Job to act defiant toward God, to question God's reasons for punishing him, yet Job sinned nothing in the trial because Job didn't curse God, therefore, Job was left with double of what he lost.

To understand Satan, one must merely look at this story in Job. Satan cares nothing for justice, and only on expanding his empire. The Satan you created is a metaphor for a Sex Addict, yet Satan is more like Adolph Hitler combined with Errol Flynn. The Babylonian I talked about earlier, the one who spoke within my mind and manifested in the one patient of the hospital I was staying at---understand I am innocent, but its desire is to kill me. Just like Christ was innocent, and Satan's ultimate plan was to obstruct justice by not allowing Christ to die on the cross. Now, I am not Christ---I am not a God---so therefore, I am not completely innocent, yet what crimes I have committed have been atoned for, yet Satan wishes to continue his assault upon me. For like Pharaoh or Babylon, they did not want to withdraw their torments on the Israelites. So, God sent Moses and Cyrus to free them.

Therefore, your show is interesting. Yet, it is not the true devil you have created. You created a picture of a Psychopath. Yet, you hadn't created the picture of the Devil. The devil will place Christians in concentration camps, will purge the world of all religions save the one where he is the head, and will most likely advocate the very morality of the Bible yet replace himself with Christ as the head. In fact, Satan will call himself Christ. For Lucifer is perfect from his begetting, until there is sin found in him. And his Prince, the Beast, will act like he is Jesus Christ.

I say all of this to show my love for your artistic rendition. As it submitted the DC universe under the Yoke of the Christian God. And I am happy that it did. Though there are falsehoods in the DC universe's moral telling, the fact remains that it opens the minds of Atheists to the possibility of God being greater and powerful enough to create a vast universe, where the forces of light and dark stand somewhere outside of it, beyond the constraints of time and space. And God, being all powerful, will still have dominion upon all of Earth and the worlds.

Dear,
G. K. Chesterton

I had read your The Everlasting Man, and I must say, Mr. Chesterton, that you have made the chief argument for God's existence. Not that you had gotten all your facts right. Really, the chief fact on which you based your whole argument was wrong. But, the fact that your fact is wrong gives credibility to the chief principle of your argument. That an animal can do art, it must certainly be true that there is indeed art and universally so. That an Elephant can paint is significant, because it means there is an objectivity to what can be painted.

The hardest thing for we humans to understand is genesysed in your argument. The development of a conscience. You expertly argue that the conscience must have developed when man had first developed, for we cannot be called "Man" without first a "Conscience." Though, what we appear to have discovered in my age, is that animals all share some of the same faculties of human beings. They are on the cusp of developing a sense of other, a sense of right and wrong independent of our training. And where animals develop reasoning skills, it's often been seen that they grow more compassionate.

Should we find in nature a creature which has all the faculties of intelligence, but without the conscience, I'd say it'd be the same thing as if a fish had evolved into a man like being and with all its intelligence, it is nothing more than a predator. For we have such examples of men who appear to be like this. Men who are devoid of conscience. And such men are not the disproof of the rule but rather proof of it that where some faculty of humanity exists, which they cannot understand but others can independently. Not mores or social constructs... I'm not speaking to those. I'm speaking to general kindness and compassion, which some men lack and others do not.

The animals tend to appreciate this compassion more than the men do. There is a trope of the Saintly Man being a friend to all animals. He can as easily make friends with a scorpion or tiger as a dear or a dove. The saintly man is a friend to the animals because we recognize in animals the timidity and meekness of their wildness, that they will run away at any presence of humans, but should a man be able to touch or even have the animals linger nearby in his presence, we call this man a "Saint". Because the man is so freed from his Shadow that the animals recognize he is not a threat to them. Yet, there is the exception of a Polar Bear who will eat men, and that without fear because they have not learned instinctually to fear men. Yet, that is slowly changing.

The man who is so freed from his wickedness, is the man who is the most compassionate. The least like a predator. This man may eat meat, but his cattle do not fear him, but rather give their meat willingly and without bitterness. For the man who is like a "Sheep" is the most like a man. The man who is most like a "Wolf" is the least like a man. And we see in Dog Breeds, that the more intelligent they become, the more aware of the distinct otherness of those around them, the more compassionate the animal becomes. Though, a man without compassion is just an animal---we call the man without compassion a beast. But the beasts, when they become more like a man, have compassion. It is this universal truth which the Atheists cling to to say "God does not exist," yet, they abandon their compassion oftentimes for the sake of worldly gain. For the sake of cooperation, careers, or even to have friendships. They willingly sacrifice their compassion for these things, and what causes Christians to be ignoble in their eyes is that Christians do the same. In fact, Christians teach it is a part of their religion to abandon compassion for the sake of worldly gains, for that is what the Gospel has become to almost half of all evangelicals, is a hearty approval of the State of competition and Solitariness, and they use God as a self soothing mechanism. They teach the highest ideal is to be self satisfied, self motivated, and self assured. And this reason, Christianity is pugnacious in many Atheist's eyes, for they have no qualms about Christ's teachings, but when they see His followers, they do not see the loving and tender sheep they desire to see, but rather a pack of wolves.

Yet, it is precisely this Sheep Morality which makes Christianity so special. That in being sheep, we are led by an invisible shepherd, giving us greater liberty than the Wolf who must acquiesce to their pack leader, or the dominant male or female. We, being sheep, do not wander or need men to guide us, for the Spirit of God blows upon our sails into the directions where we must follow. We get led by an invisible shepherd, but so many Christians make their shepherds on the Earth, and it is why they will be damned. They scatter the flock, and do not gather the outcasts, but rather create their functions and strict organizations which are to most men boring and structured to a point where no true relationships can be created. In fact, this structure has been divorced from God, and has been implemented in the Mainline Church, where Atheist Christianity is at its peak of worship, and the congregants do not believe in God, but believe in the service and the comfort of the music and the comfort of the social gathering. Only, in that gathering, there is no true fellowship, but rather everyone in it have selfishly gathered themselves to benefit from one another's spoils, much like a Dog seeking a hand to pat it on the head.

Yet, should there be true fellowship, or true love within the Church and Christ's body the elements of what make us Christian would shine, and men wouldn't be in question about whether God existed. For we'd have the Spirit among us, and it would lacquer our hearts with its joy and peace and love. We'd be filled with Spirit, and full of grace and charity. We'd be strong in the LORD, and believe on Christ Jesus with all our hearts, knowing it is just as important what He taught as what He did. We wouldn't half heartedly seek worldly success, or gain, or men's approval, but would rather diligently serve the LORD and demonstrate all of the truths which people admire about our religion. We'd overcome the predatory instinct and allow all the sheep in the field to gather, and chew on their cud, without infringing upon their feedings, and the Christ LORD would shepherd us to the pastures where we would get fed, and we'd be in holy communion, and this would prove God exists to all men, for they would say, "I see Christians have love, and it is a supernatural force. I wish to seek Christ to, to remove from me this wicked nature."

Looking at my grades today
I had mostly Bs.
English Classes I would normally fail.
Math classes I would normally oscillate 
Between a B and an F.
On every report card there would be an "I"
For "Inconsistent Effort."

Today I was looking at the volume of work I've written.
The volume of work I've read.
Fourteen published books.
Just about every classic I've either read or dabbled in.
Yet, I look throughout the week
Keeping strict tabs on my work
Including Mowing the Lawn
Studying to find more material for writing
Cleaning, cooking, or whatever I find work experience;
Also the amount of time I spend reading and writing.
I've chalked up my work to about twenty-one thousand hours
Since 2007. About fifteen thousand of those were devoted to writing.
I even did the count, seventeen years I've been writing.

However, I look on my report card, 
"Inconsistent Effort."
It's true. I didn't hand in homework assignments
I didn't take the greatest care for classwork
Mostly because I've had my biorhythms---
It's called pseudoscience but I highly doubt that.
My inconsistent effort is chalked up
To a cycle within myself,
Where I can go through bursts of amazing productivity.
Sometimes even for months.
But, when that cycle ends, 
So does the productivity.
I had such stressful days at school
Last thing I ever wanted to do was homework.
I wanted to exercise my wild imagination
Which could take me anywhere, and took me everywhere.

It's why I have a hard time keeping jobs
Not because I get bored of them
But because of that "I" I'd get on my report card every year.
My mind, and rhythm of working goes in cycles
Where at some points I'm an "A" student
But on my downturns, I'm an "F" student.
For an entire month I wrote diligently a chapter
In my Magnum Opus, but for a week I couldn't bring myself to it.
And ought I have, the quality of my work would have been poor.
No, I rather jump to this, and write blog posts;
I watch seven videos on G. K. Chesterton,
I read his greatest work
I get enflamed by it...
Several days or weeks from now I'll write another ninety or so
Movements for my epic poem.

But, if this were school,
If the daily wire were my clock,
I'd have to consistently work on this poem
Every night, until it was finished.
I'd have to set myself to the deadline
And keep my nose to the grind.
Possibly sacrificing the quality of my work.

Finishing a project isn't hard for me...
It's just a matter of time.
Often a work seems finished, but then it gets put aside.
Several months or years later it gets taken back up again
And over the course of three to four years I have a book
Which began as several dozen books
Which then get condensed into a compendious volume
Which---when I read it---all fits together like a puzzle would.
Every piece in place the way it's supposed to be.

Yet, I look at the inconsistent effort.
I taught myself what direct and indirect objects were;
I enjoyed that little lesson I learned on YouTube.
I spent an entire summer learning all the points of grammar and linguistics.
But, if you tell me to learn all of that on someone else's time;
Or, if I must go to the gym twice a week---so to speak, as is the battle right now---
I'd much rather go walk in the park
And when I'm ready, come into the gym to do my barbells.

It's a rhythm in my life which only writing can satisfy.
I chose this profession wisely
Because it's the only one I could consistently do.
I can write a novel of the course of three years
And work on several dozen other projects in that same time of reference.
I can work on multiple books, multiple disciplines at my own pace.
And I'm a prolific autodidact, having mastered seven or eight subjects.

My curriculum is self made, self inflicted.
But, I am not an engine.
I am not a machine.
That is why I never did well at school.
It's even why my best subjects were the ones I failed them most at.
Because I have to want to learn Past Participles and Helper Verbs;
Everything has to be handed to me in neatly formatted and compendious ways.
I cannot learn something small over a long period of time,
I must learn it all in a few moments.
If I earned my PhD, I'm not sure I could
Except that some university awarded it to me
Based on my efforts outside of the classroom.
Because in the classroom, I'm worthless
I've had a few flowering and budding classes
But I want knowledge not school.
And I work---consistently, I've worked about a seven hour a day work week
Or four hours every day. I'd say that is about my working habit
About four and a half hours every day.
If it's not studying diverse subjects on YouTube
It's reading, or writing, or finding inspirations in the wind.

Yes, in just about every English Class I failed.
I have nightmares about it---
My College Courses I passed with flying colors
But that inconsistent effort.
My best college courses were done over the summers---
When everything came at me fast and in compendious form.
Over the six month hauls of traditional spring or winter courses
I didn't do so well. In fact I struggled
Because my life has been on a biorhythm 
Where I'm highly productive over short bursts of time
And in those times I am capable of prodigious genius.
But, in the times when I'm not, I take up the pen
And---while some writers have writer's block,---
I have it in a different way, where my mind dulls
And I must refuel it elsewhere with some other form of tinder.

For Utopia, blood flows through the rivers
Like wine, and unlike Cortez's troop
The soldiers drink and lap up the brine.

Utopia will never exist.
And those who desire it
Will spill blood.

That is not to say that blood ought to never be spilled,
Only that the Utopian will often be the first to spill it
And they will kill the peace of multitudes to appease their angst.

Dear, 
J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter is perhaps the most important work of fiction in my lifetime. All I know of it is the movies, yet within it, it speaks some very critical truths about human nature.

What is the magic? It is knowledge. The combat between good and evil forms of knowledge. How practical knowledge ought to win against academic knowledge. How life is superior to death. How there is a constant struggle between life and death, and also between good and evil.

That sometimes good and evil must war, the book elucidates. When Voldemort silently takes the stage, and begins to purify racially your Wizards. He represents the Dictator. He represents the Iron Man taking up his cause, and using his cause to bludgeon the world into suppression.

Your work genesysed the inncence of youth, the purity of it when it becomes corrupted by the knowledge of evil. Slowly, there is a struggle in every mind between the good and bad instinct, and man must sever from his soul the wicked force within it.

I was watching a video online---as is my habit---and on it a Millennial and Gen-Z were having their metaphorical fight. And then the Baby Boomer came on, listening to their music. The rebellion against the old Folk Hymns of the past, the hatred of the wisdom of a generation who fought in two ferocious wars---your generation---the despising of their knowledge, it is how we will get Voldemort.

Do understand, Ms. Rowling, the danger lies far greater than that. They say only six million were killed in the holocaust, when it was fourteen million. They say only one hundred million were killed by communism, when it was five hundred million. They say that there are no genocides today, when nine million were killed in Myanmar, several million were killed in North and Central Africa, one hundred thousand people die each year from global conflict, not including the eight hundred thousand killed by the United States. China is purging countless of its citizens who are not Han Chinese. Forty-one thousand people were killed in America with guns in 2021, and possibly another ten thousand killed by knives. China, Iran and the United States Saber Rattle. There is rumor of a genocide in South Africa---though none can confirm nor deny it. Immigrants flood the United States, and many are left in mass graves on the border, or die in concentration camps. It's neither democrat nor republican who will stop it.

They say these are peaceful times we live in. Yet, everyone is kept indoors, afraid of a virus a little less uncomfortable than the flu. People stay indoors, and billionaires capitalize on it. Speech is censored through de facto means of control, and of course that Gen-Z thinks your books are not important. Because no books are. Yet, your books warned of these times. As, all the great litterateurs have warned of these times.

The problem is I don't see a Harry Potter right now. Because Generation Z are more like Malfoy---and that is why they don't like your books---and the Millennials are too weak to take up the mantle of a hero. I speak my mind in an age where people are getting arrested for doing so.

Know I respect you, as the only author in the Twenty-first century who used her words wisely. All else is propaganda, or even worse essays.

When I read G. K. Chesterton
This Latin phrase I have coined comes to mind.
For, he has presented the ultimate argument
That God exists, and this argument is based
Upon human conscience.
There can be no other argument by which to base
Our belief in God in all of apologetics.
For if the moon stays its cycles in the daytime
And it does, it is still inefficient for purposing
The proof of God's existence.
Only upon the conscience, can we prove God exists.
For all other facts are mutable.

For, it is not the question of whether human beings are somehow 
Superior to the animals---this does not define us as human.
For the angels are superior to us in art and intelligence,
And we probably shadow them in our abilities
Just like the animals shadow us in ours.
It is that an animal, when it gains the faculty of reason
Becomes far less violent, far more nurturing,
Far more empathetic,
And less likely to consume their young.
The less intelligent animals,
Such as my angelfish,
Will hedonistically lay eggs
And derive the pleasure of laying them
And fertilizing them,
Only to turn around and eat them.

Man, having a conscience,
Will indeed partake in these same behaviors.
Yet, it is not because of our sentience that we do.
The animals who have gained religion, reason, art or tools
Show themselves to be conscientious
And nurturing, to where they do not show
Aggression, or lack of civility.
Rather, wherever sentience burgeons
Those animals become more aware
In their sense of Other.

What separates a man from an animal
Is our ability to reason right from wrong;
To have the capability to judge what is right
From what is wrong.
Yet, when man had gained this,
Which is the theme of the story 
Of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden,
It is when man had become fully man.
And it is this conscience which proves God exists.
Even when it is found in the animal kingdom,
Evolved from the higher intelligences
Of the few animals who shadow our ability,
It is not proof against God
That the animals have these faculties
But the universality of the faculty,
The fact that even species beside us can begin to understand it
Proves there is moral truth,
So therefore, truths beyond the observed.
So be it that man---
Acting like the beast---
Decides conscionably to stop obeying that
Even this proves God exists,
For the choice to disobey what is human
For the course of what is natural---
As nature has its morality, and humanity another---
It shows that what makes us human is indeed the proof of God.
The choice to disobey it, or the choice to obey it.
The compulsion or accidental indulgence in that natural flesh
Or the willful desire to adhere to the higher principles
Which human beings understand and no other animal can.

The evidence for God's existence is all the good I've felt throughout my life.
And when a person says "God does not exist" they say to me, 
"That good is your truth." I don't want it to be my truth.
I want it to be your truth, too, that the good I've experienced
Is valued, and therefore sacred.

I see selfishness in this world, budding in every field.
I see people hardening themselves to love
And teaching themselves that relationships are superfluous.
The highest ideal today, is to be so selfish that you don't need anyone.
And I must say there is something inherently evil in that.

If all the good I experienced was when in company with another person
Or God, why do I need to sever this beautiful blessing from my life?
It is evil to inure oneself to love, yet that is precisely what "Self Help" does.
It drives the man within his shell, and it cultivates in him an attitude
Of self reliance, which impedes his ability to rely on others.
Because none are reliable, none will help one another,
For none have love, this is why everyone is so unhappy.
For, who, truly, is happy? None that I know.
For we are all isolating ourselves,
And even more, we shun human embrace and imagine a world
Guarded from the world, one where we stay within our house
And shiver, and pull the blanket over our head afraid.

For our selfishness has overcome us
And our love has abandoned us.
Therefore, the Earth is unbearable.
Blessed are the dead,
For the living care nothing for one another
But would rather starve themselves of human affection
Than be brave, and risk all on the hearty truth of friendship.

Understand, love is good.
Understand that selfishness is evil.
We all understand malevolence is evil.
Yet the malevolent are usually also those who are most selfish.

Reason fails to prove

God’s existence, save to know

Self evident good.

The best way to explain God, would be
That everything in this reality
Were the thoughts inspired by words on a page.
And God were the author who constructed it.
Are the words an alternate dimension?
No, but they are rather our thoughts
Constructed in the minds of we readers.
God is the author, his messengers are readers
His Son is the Words on the page
And we are the thoughts.
The Spirit is what gives life.