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Messiah’s Lament   Oct 27 2011

Filed under Anthropic by Ewen Shearer

No salvation
No redemption
Judgment, rapture, nor ascension

Should Messiah walk the Earth, the stupor that owns this moment would pay no heed.

And the beast that enslaves these times would lash the Redeemer to the cross corporate.

End of days these may be, but not as told.

A vengeful god might call judgment, a cynical god let infidels pass to light, a god vindictive let you linger in Hades uncertain.

But those gods are of imagination, of febrile minds.

Exalt The Lord of Creation, not god of creationism. Behold son of man, not Son of God. Foretell no chosen race. Favor no franchise. Stand not as hypocrites in synagogues seen in worship. Congregate as Humans in Life’s Tellural Temple, seen of God.

Lord sculpted Earth for you, His animals of intellect, an act of love, creating breath from void.

His wisdom shaped mist-cloaked mountains, lush sweet valleys, shimmering singing rivers, and oceans of pristine purity.

He wrote in Earth a message intimate to life, delivered in silent whispers to stilled minds.

Eyes dim to this sacred beauty, ears deaf to nature’s wisdom, you obsess in detritus of crazed minds.

Lost in realms of pseudepigrapha, purported words of ancient sayers, cited pretenders, recited false prophets, all claiming in history’s attention His affection, your inner fancy supplants sight, sound, smell, touch… even common sense with centuries of theistic pedagogy, beneath which pales truth’s faint trail.

His message was plain and needed simple doing, simple living.

Instead you expend the planet’s air debating whom He favors.

No matter how burning the narrative or profound the tome, each worshipful congregation disunites to myriad, each disciple aspires to priest of a further sect till, churches in profusion, clergy and scholars embroider, analyze, interpret, reinterpret, tell, retell, and always, but always, to profit of keepers of knowledge, never to celebrate truth or flourish humankind.

A flood of faiths, surfeit of saints, redundant rapture in daily disappointment, priesthoods of obscene wealth wrested cruelly from souls insolvent. A greedy scramble to be chosen, as if Earth a sinking vessel and faiths but lifeboats. Opposing believers infidel, unbelievers heathen – even if hearts purer than thine.

Empires of robe, chalice, and temple sustain rival armies of dogma. Scholarly careers mull nuance and contingent ambiguity into a universe of word, concept, and postulate.

Fortune and effort so spent would feed Earth’s wretched.

A farmer speaks more sense to his barn animals than all the scriptures and gospels born of your posturing proselytizing.




Down Under


Australiana


Ink Irresistable

Not the NYT Montaigne's what would I know? Huxley's almost anything about almost everything. Or Bierce and nothing matters. Codifying life's inimitable impromptu inclines irrestistably to essay.

Civilization ..

   defiles itself


Times past when warlords, priests and royalty hoarded luxury, life was a short grim struggle. Today most want for little yet still deny dignified survival to working poor, and ravage entire countries as collateral to our laissez faire fiesta.
double arrowOn not shedding a tear ..

A Century of Imperialism

     ..hasn't dulled the urge

American foreign policy never a pretty sight, finesse of the mobile crane chase from Terminator 3. Export democracy? Cure worse than disease. double arrow Read more ..

Charity

~ its own reward

And what's going on in Land of the Free, Home of the Brave? As 40% of kids fail graduation the Iraqistan wars suck $2.4 trillion [CBO 2017 est]. Imagine this staggering sum applied to rebuilding The Great Society. Think of others.
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This lazy unemployed

..crack-smoking welfare queen ran up U$15 trillion debt

lazy homeless scum
Odd how the ultra-wealthy gull even working poor to blame unemployed, disabled, weak, and vulnerable while but for the grace of God go all.

If he's a welfare leech then your soul is with the sociopaths and predators who own Warshington and its minions, the Repugnicans and Dumfocrats, gutting a once noble nation that aspired to equality.

This elite will survive the US economic train wreck, land softly on 300 million plundered taxpayers, then from fortresses of luxury and privilege prey elsewhere for spoils.

The dawn of civilization was greatly exaggerated.

Munch Montage


Painters, such a sad old bunch
None it seems more so than Munch
Upon that bridge with skies afire
A meme took flight to never tire.
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