I took a handful of universe and smeared it across the pasty white skyline. Dropped in my scientific analysis of all God’s components, with a smattering of subjective understanding and served it freshened for the minds of babes to swallow. Then I shouted pejorative pretext of systemic genre and typified ideology, proclaiming water dangerous to drink and air promised poison to the lung of man. Finally bidding them pay a seasons earnings to watch giants and painted princesses whirl and twirl in fancy dances for the queen of the heavens.

Carbon, my well suited, soot-footed, dirty commando to tax the poor and give the rich more than they ever bothered wanting. Blasting off they sent wanderers to the stars that they might covet terra absent the unsuitable. Reaching below the surface to the seldom seen, raising mountains of Atlantis to worship all that creation made of God’s perfection. In dreams of death, they talked to masters beyond their veil, from whom they fail to ask evidence dealing hand over fist across the fence of time and dimension. Singing songs of stars aligned we gossiped of Utopia’s fall replaced by a regenerative tomorrow.

Plugged in the children and turned them to low power mode that they would ingest argent programming. Blossomed in their semi-autonomous, youthful exuberance they have challenged realities yet to be imagined with words reserved for the mighty men among us. No more problems as the sweet, opulent cinema lulled them to nirvana, snuffed out in our own scientific dysphoria, lights extinguished, candles kept and no more pursuit of purpose or ponderance of their Making. Fashioned for new passions, fighting battles of the mind in coveted daydreams carefully tended by watchers who hold midnight’s pleasure. By quiet hands the meaning of humanity is syphoned from memory, might and mystery, leaving soothing field’s of vanilla and perfumed perception.

Had to look to the future to remember what had passed. Nothing last’s forever except regrets that no one forgets the doorway to tomorrow. Something stirred in this nightmare of exclusion, this intrusion of the mechanical upon the flesh of creation’s bloody clamor for continuance. It is the peace and love absent in concrete prisons constructed by masters with no bother for care, worry or song. Science believing itself its own answers forgot God’s communication in dream and nightmare. Leveraging the assets of Creator He called His own Home to everlasting. Relieved of penitence and penitentiary they flew beyond the capture of man’s intolerant grasp to Freedom beyond the Veil.