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Into Time with No Meaning or Something More? -------------------------------------------
It really is all just an experiment here,
your lack of language tells me the reaction of that provoking nothing but another plot to carry the story further
chapter after chapter of words
void of meaning
until the atmosphere itself changes I am afraid that I will be stuck on a merry-go-round
I come back to start
the faces surrounding me have changed, growing old and carrying aged smiles
eyes lost in the vision before them
my friends and my family look to me for hope
they do not speak but watch unfaithfully as I circle them
I cannot see the future
I have ideas that no one seems to believe in
I am drawing empty inspiration from a dried well and trying to pour from it life giving water
I can't help but smile
there is something left inside my soul
a flame that will not be smothered by the voices inside or out
Just an old story in an old book that skeptics have read but not understood
Just revelation by a living spirit that somehow escapes the tombs of my people
I will keep praying for you
A resurrection will come with the power
and the obedience of my undying love
my last wish and my last hope that you would join me here
The faithfulness that the sun will come again in the morning
You have touched me so deeply in so many ways with this post that I scarce know what to say. Unfortunately perhaps (for you), I feel compelled to share my thoughts even though it may well become a 1,000 word essay. Please forgive my stream of consciousness here as I fear there may be many large words. As I don’t know how to be quantitative with its entirety I will discuss it one verse at a time.
1) Obviously life is somewhat heuristic in that we learn by trial and error. This includes even our abilities to communicate thoughts to others. Things which seem so exigent to our spiritualisms may seem lost on the shallow emotionalisms of peoples social contiguities. I so totally agree!!!
2) I wrote a poem about this phenomenon called “The Brass Ring”. Optimistically it said that evil is its own reward, but also it assumes that love could be a salient good for all. Unfortunately perhaps love only leaves us with the overwhelmingly complex realisms our mutual lack of respect for each other imbues. Love is a monumental chore! To love even one person is a duty almost beyond humanly realistic conjecture. To also love that persons enemies is practically a chore beyond personal compunction. This leads directly to verse three.
3) Your friends and family have learned of the sincerity of your desires to shepherd and console them yet the implementation of these concepts seem a complexity beyond personal keen. Thusly they “watch unfaithfully” as you try to keep them together.
4) Although I have some definite opinions on the nature of futurity’s fatidic I also seem to lack clairvoyance. Being an agnostic Christian I have no problem relating to the rest of this verse.
5) I have a tendency to laugh when I want to cry. Perhaps this is because of the understandable empathies this causes me as I contemplate my fellow man’s predicaments. So I smile and light a campfire for all. A way to keep my head above water despite the obvious conundrums of oppositional realism.
6) I like this verse the best. I read that old book myself and what I learned is it was due yesterday (not the book but its ideas). This is such obvious truth that it’s no wonder it can’t be consigned to the tombs of our forbearers. They are such obvious examples of the factuality of its contingency. As are we!
7) This last verse is so touching I find it hard not to confess my undying love for the felicities of your moral fortitude. Conversely I want to make argument with it. Just like Pandora I grabbed my warlock box key and opened my sepulcher stratagems, but instead of being left with naught but hope I found naught but indenture and indemnity. To myself, to my fellow man, but mostly to good people everywhere. I fear that if there is to be a resurrection for all it will have to resemble the phenomenons espoused by so many of our world religions. There must be some form of recompense and even perhaps a usurping of the puissance of the infedelitious amongst us for as you say the sun will come up again tomorrow. What I wouldn’t give for another oxymoronic paradox solved, I wish everyone were agnostic Christians.