We must stop and think.
If we base our belief in God
In Man's language---
Then what of a Parrot who can speak?
If we base our belief in God
In man's artistic abilities
What of an elephant that can paint?
If we base our belief in God
In our ability to shape our natural environment
What of the birds, the fish and the insects who build impressive structures?
If we base our belief in God
On our use of tools
What of the otter, the chimp or the crow
Who use tools?
If we base our belief in God 
On man's ability to use reason
What of the dog or horse who can do math?

Then, what if we base our belief on a young earth
Or that evolution doesn't exist
Or that the earth is flat
Or on the laws of thermodynamics?
The Earth is old.
Evolution exists.
The earth is round.
There will be perpetual motion devices some day.

Yet, how do I know that God exists?
Because of a passage in the Bible 
Where it says the Earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the LORD.
The lion shall lie down with the lamb
And the young child shall place his hand in the adder's hole
And not be bit.
That this is knowledge, and it is peace;---
That the grain shall be able to grow on the top of mount Everest
That the degrading struggle for life shall cease
And even the rock shall be fertile and competition shall be no more.
That there is something inherently evil in predator and prey.
That there is something inherently malicious in viral disease and parasites.
That a lion can have molars
And a lamb be safe.
That Roads can be built between three civilizations
Egypt, Israel and Assyria
And peace can reign over mortal enemies.

This is enough for me to believe
That it can be communicated 
And that the greatest blessing for man
Will be the day that striving cease.

Oh, Christian Apologists,
You dismantle the faith
Of the little ones.

You say things like, 
"Art is what makes
"Man who he is."

You say things like,
"Tools are what makes
"Man who he is."

You then say things like
""Reason is what makes
"Man who he is."

I've seen elephants paint
I've seen otters use tools
I've seen dogs reason.

None o this is what separates us from the beasts.
Rather, it is Christ, who ordaining us with dominion
Over the world, that is what separates us from the beasts.

I know this truth, yet I still believe in God.
Every empty argument, every wise notion
Man has conceived, has been made foolish.
The Animals have Consciences, 
Sometimes more delicate than even our own.
The Animals are as intelligent as our six year old children.
It is why we have so much joy in them.

Nay, we ought not use reason to determine
That the animals are lower than us
Because in many ways they aren't.
In many ways they are far more noble than us
Incapable of doing the great harms that we have inflicted.

Rather, what separates a man from an animal
Is the same thing which separates an Angel of God
From a man. A degree not of intelligence
But of authority; for man shepherds the animals
And has the authority to preserve or destroy them.
So the angels have their authority over man
To bestow blessings or curses upon us.

For man reigns in his princely domain
Yet when Christ returns
Men shall be to Animals what Christ is to us.
For the Man clings to Christ to enter into the gate
While the Animal clings to his master
To enter with them into their eternal abode.
For Jeremiah says that Jerusalem shall be inhabited by both man and beast.
Certainly he is speaking of the celestial city.

Yet, the Animals are sincere, the animals are precious among God's creation.
We ought not say to them, "You do not have our faculties."
In many regards, they have them in greater abundance. 
Rather, it is simply our domain to be their steward,
And their domain to be our domain.
For, if we rule benevolently, we shall have an abundance of good
And the Lions shall be given molars.
If we rule antagonistically, and are brutes,
Well, as Chesterton said,
I do not see the animals as these mere brutes,
As elephants paint
Dogs count
And otters use rocks to burst open clams.
Yet, the steer is good for food
And the horse is good for riding;---
It is this symbiosis of nature which determines the truth.
That man is half a predator,
And half like the sheep.
And the two moralities set before us
Demanded by Mr. Nietzsche
Are the morality of the Predator
And the morality of the Sheep.
Bad men, their morality is natured like the wolf.
And good men, their morality is natured like the sheep.

Dear,
Dr. Laureate Southey

I must say I came to you work with some difficulty. It was hard for me to first find a distributor who would sell your work, and secondly, once I found it it was basically one of those copies meant to preserve historically significant work. So, my reader probably knows nothing of you.

I found your Madoc poem and Joan of Arc suitable in name to create my own renditions of them. For a few months I thought I was subconsciously plagiarizing you; that some demonic force had implanted in my memory your poems, and I was rewriting them. Thus, I spent my twenty dollars---which was reimbursed for some reason---and bought your collected work.

I must say, I understand why you're Poet Laureate. Your work was on the cusp of the Novel's invention, and it had a refined style easily comprehended. Your verse, by modern standard, would seem superfluous, as like the Iliad and the Odyssey are translated today, your work might be better read as a novel rather than poetry. As your work is one of the first works which called the sky blue---it's hard to find a poet. or really, a writer prior to you who would have the audacity to call the sky blue. Most writers didn't describe anything, but rather their imagery was secondary to the concept being discussed. It's not like today's literature where the image is compulsory.

This gets to the strangest part of your work, that it's more novel like in its diction. Which, is likely why you became Poet Laureate because you innovated a style that is still in use today. Neither Byron, Keats, Shelley, Wordsworth or Coleridge's style are in use today, unless you count my pitiful attempts at poetry. 

Truthfully, Southey, you are Poet Laureate for a reason. While your work is hard to find, your style has become the standard for writing.

I am reading Thalaba the Destroyer right now, and I might say it's very relatable to my own feelings. I don't know if many people could or would read it today, and be able to extrapolate from it a sense of enjoyment. But, I do, as I, feel a lot like the Prophet in the work, forecasting doom on the world. I'm looking for that one bit of kindness toward the Camel, so to speak. 

The story is archetypal, and probably your chief work. As I'm thinking about it right now, and I just sense that there's a truth to it. That a prophet---should one exist in modern times---would exist in that manner. The fact that you knowingly synthesize Islam and Christianity confused Byron; yet I'm knowledgeable that some Eastern Orthodox Christians who speak Arabic still call Christ Allah. I'm even more knowledgeable, by the subtle innuendo, that it is the Christian religion you are speaking of.

And quite, the story is what it would be like if a prophet walked the earth in these current times. In diction not dissimilar to the Novels of a generation after you. I have to say, you deserve Poet Laureate. 

You are not my idol. 
Yet, history changes.
For that, all is uncertain.
You, with your torch
Ward off evil, and bring contentment to the land.
Yet, it has been turned inward
And now you are an idol of witchcraft and necromancy.

Thus, Maria, you stand proud in New York's Harbor.
Once you were---a long time ago---given to our States
To represent the Heathen Goddess.
By a Freemason who built the statue
To represent American fortune, bliss and everyday life.

The world changes, though, 
And if you are not Hecate,
My beloved Maria, then thou be
The Virgin blest;
Let Hecate vanish into the winds.

Bellerophon, you are accused.
You rest on your innocence.
Yet, know I do not speak in your favor
Kindly. I am not your surety.

For you ride Pegasus.
You've defeated Chimera.
You spy your enemies
And perhaps Stheneboea lied---
Yet perhaps she didn't.

I do not know which course
Yet though you are my mortal enemy,
I place myself in your shoes.
I would not want man to accuse me falsely;
Nor spread the infamous deeds of my youth.

However, know this---
If you ride to Olympus
If you soar above Ganymede
The gadfly shall sting your horse.

I do not judge you,
As is my Christian office.
I fend off the Sword of Stheneboea
Not for your sake, but for my own.
For, he who accuses you
I know not whether he is true.
For that ignorance,
I lay my aid not for any approval of your deeds.

Yet, what is unknown to me,
Ought to be unknown,
And I will not tolerate a talebearer or slanderer.
Yet, had you or had you not,
Let not your pride bring thee
To the status of a god.
For then I shall strike you down,
And if your arrogance is lifted up
To say, "I am completely innocent,
"Like God Himself!"
I shall slay you with the breath of fire from my mouth.

Aegis, you are strong and Merciful
Yet I AM is merciful, too
Forgiving the debts of those who are sinners.
My sins reach into heaven
Yet so do yours.

When the Red Cross Knight
Went into the house of Morpheus
He caused a dream where the knight's maiden
Lie with another man.
Thus, the Red Cross knight scorned her
And left her to the protection of the Lion;
For none would defend her.

Thus, a hag became The Red Cross Knight's
Companion, who hid her withered flesh beneath her cloak
Hiding her foul form from the knight
Yet she exposed a fair face, dolled up with make up.

It was the dreams of Morpheus which caused the knight
To give up his fair maiden,
For she had made a dream to show her adultery.
Yet, it was not her adultery,
But rather, it was a vision spun by the witchcraft of Morpheus.

So, like I told you,
Be sure you are a shield 
To the true maiden.

For some knights walk with a withered hag,
And have given up their fair lady to be 
Guided by the Lion of Judah.
For, if this dispute I am in the wrong---
Or you are in the wrong---
Both of us are certain of our verity.
Let God be our judge,
Yet let there be peace between us.

There was once a man who accused his father
Of a sum of offenses, which would shame his father
For the rest of his life.

Such it was, that all had sympathy for the son
Who shamed his father, until a righteous messenger
Overheard what he was saying.

The messenger, grumpy and possibly sounding arrogant
Said, "You remember something which never occurred."
The man insisted his father had told him this secret.

To which, the messenger said, "Then keep your father's secret
"For you tell his secret to everyone, he will be ashamed."
Yet another man, concerned with the truth

Came and intervened. "Why do you harass this man?
"Do you not see that his father had committed a terrible wrong?"
The messenger spoke wisely to the man concerned with truth,

"We all have sinned like thus. His father may or may not have
"Acted shamefully, yet it was a secret which should have been kept.
"Now I know about the secret, and so does all who listened.

"It is only a matter of time before this man's father
"Be implicated in the crime, and whether it were true
"Or not, only the LORD knows. Yet, it is not our business to be this man's judge.

"Rather, we are to deliver one as such, as the son had claimed to have forgiven
"His father, yet you encourage him in this evil matter of spreading slander
"Throughout the community? Who is right? Let God be the judge

"Yet when you read this many years from now,
"Do not slander my character, for I strongly prefer to stay on the man's
"Behalf who was not present to defend his character, and it is yet you who have sinned against him.

"Will you sin against me, in spreading hatred for my rebuke
"Or will you allow the incident to be forgotten
"Like the son ought to have forgotten his father's secret?"

Dear,
Jordan Peterson

I make it my aim to understand. I am sapiosexual. I love intelligence, mastering other's ideas.

One of the things that I found in my life was William Wordsworth. Who, after reading one of his poems for two hours, I fully understood it. In that moment, the postmodern lie was debunked. It clearly meant what I thought it meant, even down to the subconscious cues and intricacies. I could navigate speech and understand the thoughts behind that speech. I became, what the Bible calls, a "Prophet" or what that word translates from in Hebrew, an "Interpreter."

Understanding ideas---from Nazism to the Enlightenment Philosophies---is my highest aspiration. Understanding why a Femfascist or Nazi might believe in what they do, even to understand it from the most critical level, that an entire philosophy has been abandoned---in both cases---and the result must be a realignment of our values toward the Creator. Toward the natural order. Toward the Formal Element, which right now is unpopular, but later on in life will be a wellspring of chemicals and endorphins more potent than love. To understand, say, Niagara falls is to be welled up with that chemical which is akin to looking at the stars or studying Euclid's elements. The Chemicals which are there because a certain Form or Spirit awakens them within us. Same thing happens in love.

Yet, when we deny those irrational factors---the things which keep us bound to rationality---we tend to find our pleasure in other ideas. Destruction, deconstruction, denying anyone had anything of worth to say. Fundamentally espousing one's own doctrine without first understanding what someone else had said.

This selfishness, the homoerotic nature of the Western World, the inversion of love objects toward one's own identity and race and orientation, is the downfall of Western Society. Freud had noted it, and that psychology is teaching us to love ourselves preeminent above all things, it can be said that selfishness has destroyed the culture. Homosexuality, Transgenderism, Divorce, Serial Monogamy, Greed, Materialism, Hedonism, Tribalism, this is all caused by what Freud noted was the Homoerotic. The turning of our sexual desire inward, instead of outward. To where we destroy because we cannot ever understand, and therefore, never truly love.

Love is the highest ideal, and in love there is the beauty of those chemicals we obtain through wisdom. Through studying the natural course of the world. Through objectively appreciating the sublime feelings connected to truth---which, since the stars have metaphorically fallen, we can have no connection to. We cannot look into the heavens, and draw the cogent endorphins which the stars once created in their observer. We cannot know the forms of love, or even remember the liquor that was America. For those of us who remember it, we call it "Freedom" we call it "Democracy." For myself, I call it Peace.

And peace is only to be rooted in the truth. Where once again Western Powers are disenfranchised with Democracy and Republican Governments, and are enchanted by the cult of dictatorships, of rational materialism---much were the Nazis when they became disenfranchised with Christianity, and sought to establish the social order of Thor, or the Communists when they became frustrated with Confucianism and sought to bring in the social order of the Baalim Chairman Mao. And by replacing Christ with something else---in America, he was replaced with sex and money---there can be nothing except the interest in one's self.

The discipline of reading someone else's words, and understanding them, becomes mooted while it is replaced by the feeling those words implement in our lives. Never truly understanding the words, we are instead thrilled by the feeling of the words. It'd be like the enthrallment of Niagara Falls, without there actually being a waterfall. Which imagination can impart this gift, yet without having witnessed what is true, there can be no understanding of it nor the connection it makes with the Chemical.

Spirit is not merely chemical. It, if it's to be analyzed correctly, is the recognition of whether the chemical is true. For, there are many chemicals, and some masochists feel love by inflicting hurt onto others, yet it does not fit the form of what love is. Neither does our selfishness this generation, where the core problem with Postmodernism, Cultural Marxism, Nuevo-Liberalism, Materialism, is that the pursuits of these sciences are not to gain knowledge of others, but rather to know the self. And already we know much about ourselves, when the more we try to know what lies within our hearts, the more we cannot understand what is in others'.

Dear,
Critical Race Theorists

I understand your notion on equity. I truly do. As it is a thing lacking in our culture, for all people. I understand the slogan "Black Lives Matter."

This just gets into the fact that I am just like you. I suffer from a debilitating disease, that if I don't get my medicine, I'm likely to suffer immensely. I would like a softer transition from employment to getting off my benefits, as if I try and fail to work, I might lose these life sustaining medications. With that, I understand the reason Black People are held down, which is the Welfare System not allowing a greater cushion to wean off of the system.
 
Nobody wants to be on welfare. If I had my pick between working or sitting at home, I'd work. But, I've tried working several half dozen times, and my illness creeps in, and prevents me from attaining any goals. So, as it would turn out, if I took the risk of working, I might lose everything keeping me tethered to reality, as my illness is something like Schizophrenia. 
 
With this is a very real program you could implement to help people get off of welfare, and succeed in the world. 

Another thing which holds people back is the apparent criminal records they hold, for eternity. A program to seal all criminal records---as many times as needed---would be necessary. This way employers cannot discriminate based on criminal history. Yes, it might be common wisdom that most people who have committed a crime are more likely to commit one, but there are people, like myself, who have completely overcome that part of their life.

I have to say the truth, that if I could work, I would. And what prevents me is that if I fail, my medically necessary medicine will be taken from me. And that frightens me more than anything, as me without it is a shell of fear and panic. And I think if you truly wanted to level the playing field, if you truly believed in equity, you would strengthen the grace period between work and benefits.

As, anyone who has succeeded, will in fact stop receiving benefits. Nobody wants to take benefits, and I'm a strong believer in the honor system. I believe most men have honor, and wouldn't squelch the welfare system if they had other options. If they had work, it would be more likely that they would let go of the benefits. Unless culturally, it became normalized to hold onto benefits, even when gaining success as an employee.

And this last example shows the pitfalls of your organization. People of different colors have all the benefits they need. And, as a last resort, your theories are making permanent a crutch which should have been set aside once the leg healed. And for that, there is no honor in what you do.

Dear,
Wisecrack

I come to you today, as authors in the twenty-first century. The video essay slowly replaces my work. I saw your video on the information age, how intellectuals are getting dumber. A textbook I read on the Psychology of Persuasive Speech---back in 1980---understood the phenomena. When someone hits a popular conscience, has a marketable idea, or generally interests people with it, it becomes like a demonic possession, infiltrating everything they do.

It's like a miner finding an endless stream of fool's gold, and because there is an equally greater fool willing to purchase it from him, he mines the rock without first checking the mountain if there were anything real within it. Any corundum, diamond, gold, silver or amethyst would even be good. Instead they mine the fool's gold, and like a Jackson Polluck Painting, because it validates their acquiescence to power, they pay top dollar for it.

Let me tell you a secret. Jackson Polluck hangs in billionaire's homes because it demonstrates a principle of success and marketing. That no matter how aesthetically worthless something is, it can still be valuable with the right marketing. With that, artwork rivalling Leonardo---even excelling his ability---doesn't get sold or patronized.

Information is no worse or better. It's not the quality, but rather the notoriety. Yet, if that information is actually true, it tends to offend the audience. Therefore, you rarely get truth spoken in public settings. The best sermon I heard was about a man making an analogy between David and Goliath, with Christians and Homosexuality. And sure enough, he is no longer on the air. Not because he offended, and therefore was censured. But, because the audiences were offended, and therefore he was defunded.

Understand the truth is offensive. The truth is bare. It's gritty. Great poetry speaks truth---and the job of a reader is to understand it. Yet, if the greatest poet to live in 300 years were writing this essay, notice that that same poet doesn't make much above forty dollars from his work.

Markets dictate value. They dictate the quality of ideas. They dictate the substance of ideas. I once got into an argument---as per I saw this in a dream---between myself and Athena. Athena had said, "You cannot allow markets to dictate the quality of information." And I, in my Glenn Beck phase---my phase of loving Free Markets---said, "But why not? Of course people will choose the best information." And he, Athena, said to me, "I will allow it." To which, in the vision, I went home. 

Now, I see the truth. Men hate the truth. And a man---not a god---like Athena was right, though beholden unto him, he had taken exception to my work. And he did not like it. So, he cursed it, and fought against it, and set the world on fire.

For the problem today is wisdom sets the world ablaze. Everyone is beholden to their own truths, rather than the actual truth. Truth becomes a mirror rather than an instrument by which to observe the natural world. And because of this, men and women are oppressed by ideas which are unnatural and unyielding to others.

Poetry can save the world. Only because it would teach people to listen. God will save a soul, but poetry will save the world. Because if men listened, rather than spoke---if men and women took the time to observe nature, form and entity they would understand that there are only two sexes, two genders, and the exception to this a rare phenomena which would be dealt with according to that specific case. They'd understand Homosexuality is a sin because it is dirty and foul and dehumanizing---and it correlates with social decadence and decline, both being caused by the same problem, which is pleasure being made into a god.

And with that being said, if there is no wisdom, there is no objective truth, there is no observable, intrinsic good, then there remains nothing on which to create happiness, or trust or solidarity. It, like G. K. Chesterton said, would last but a generation, yet what a hellish generation it would be.