This day did not suddenly come upon me. This world did not so quickly bend to the will of those living upon its nectar. My allegiance to the things to come was not born in a minute but is the product of eons of planning and preparation. This name I have been given though worn with pride is the not the me I’m becoming but the person that must find the answer to struggle by wrestling. My dreams are not those of idle worship, but a life spent in radical pursuit of the God who lives within me and created me while I sat a thing in workshop. The life is not my own but is granted freely for me to spend upon the idols of experiential thinking or the arduous adventure in seeking the gateway to eternity and Him who reside thereafter.

These are not the principles of a man in leisure’s learning not the array of powers and authority of a son who has always done what is right and true, but that alone makes it particularly pleasing to find that the panoply of possibility beyond my wounded wife. In exchange for the inappropriate and those things that gained me pity or passion’s eye I find those pleasures reserved for Knight’s of Purpose. This was not the costume of the child that was given me. These are the robes of a man given recognition by something holier than even the greatest worldly treasures. Having no gold of men that’s proper and no wisdom of scientific renown, I thought somehow I would reach a point of displeasure and disappointment about the things I don’t have or couldn’t get. However it is the opposite. These are the things I’ve shed to be welcomed in the Presence of the King. How foolish that raucous thinking that somehow a man must be readied to stand before God when before time began we found love in His sight as simple Divine Thinking.

This is not the simple harmony of one voice singing to chickens of his unknown and wanton prowess. These are not the ramblings of a spirit disconnected from the flows of time, his own island in the desert of one man’s thinking. These are not the scratching and swooshing moves of a ninja carefully practiced and accepted in heaven. These are the dance steps of a man’s who has known the loss of love and the kindness of man’s cruelty. This is the purpose of something written on a scroll in dark resin by weeping passionate pious princess who had given all power for the opportunity to be free and watch the workings of a righteous King. This is no quest but brief gulps of precious heaven’s on promontory before next leap against the wind’s careful resistance to form. I did not find but lost and in so doing was given access to dimension and guidance beyond the maps of time. Yet, in the marvelous moment the only thing that came to mind was sitting in the stern watching as the Master Slept.