No antidote nor force in opposition to Love. It is precisely powerful and functionally formidable to take out even the strongholds of heart and mind. No safe space may stand against it for it permeates the cracks between space and time. No man, nor spirit may evade the power of its call upon even cell nucleus. Nothing may stand in its passing, nor pose adequate shield from its absolute dominion over every thing and person inside the Creation it governs. Hate and fear cower at its mention, for in Love all God’s Measure is plainly perceived.

Calculating, tabulating, iteration upon trial upon attempt adds up to something that has not yet been perceived. The shape is nebulous a form like any we’d seen. Glasses firmly pressed against foreheads and the protective lenses show sharp contrast to the blinding light bouncing off the back side of our retina. Who knows where this road leads but we are following with reckless abandon having never paused to check with God we are certain in ourselves. Life begins when we say that it shall and no one may make us the wiser. As we liken ourselves to pioneers setting out on maiden voyage we are so damn impressed that it will be impossible to keep faces straight at the award ceremony. Nothing shakes us expect the impossibility we seek to surpass. We are beyond what we dreamed of being. We are superman, Nephilim, a product of master race, determined to find our own way to paradise or create one of our own silencing God in process.

My path clear, downhill, uphill, damning the torpedoes while ignoring the human cost as we will never pay it. This is a scientific dash and dine on His tab and we shant pay back what our rules say may be taken for none the wiser have lost control of me. I reminisce about the unimportant, the relationships lost, gained, entertaining for awhile jettisoned for the particles and passage to the unknown, always suspecting that which shall be found the other side of midnight, beyond hell’s gate in the laboratories and cells of reason and science, the Hall of the Mountain King as many have quested shall be ours for the keeping. What blind hope measures a man prepared in expectation of capitulating to the Will of God? How false, pitiful and hopeless those without imagination to see Knowledge and immortality beyond the distant ridge? We were made for greater things and shall delight in forgetting all that came before us as one forgets the kindling to stoke dinner’s fire.

This is not a dance of hope as those lacking reasons sharp senses patiently anticipate. No we shall eat, dining on the harvest of those forgotten on willing bosons, strong and weak forces propelled and partnered with gravity to force light around the event horizon, disambiguation our prize knowing all truth and falsehood and just when or where to apply each to gain the quantum keys to heaven and beyond. What may stand against us an immovable cadre of spiritual elephants, having never forgotten the edicts we were taught and made to follow. We follow no more but lead into the dark places bringing with us the Alchemist’s fire that may never be extinguished giving sight beyond solidity and peace beyond solemnity, sovereigns we may never fail or falter.

Harken unto the masters of daylight’s equipping. We your gods beyond gods made stone and fire by reason and knowledge, by purpose and importance we shall lay all to rest that serve no purpose in our pleasure. We won’t show love as weakness falters in the presence of the sacred ellipticals and harmonic resonance of universes crying out in majesty, conducted in syncopation by our orders and mass. We are the weight that bears gravity asunder, the discerner of worlds, the destroyers of all that was weakly wrought by a pitiful Sovereign who Loved Creation Much. WE are the mockers with intention, Free to subordinate that which was meant to rise above. We shall erase all mention of those powerless to maintain their history and the worlds shall prostrate themselves at our brilliance.

Poverty’s hand leapt at our arrival, draining all blood, bone and heart from the wanton world. In provocation we dare the Almighty. We thrust our sword into every harvest, every righteous life, light and vulnerable or pure breath left inhaling. We are the haters of Love, the maligners of right, the siphon of life, crept nearly to the heart of man, we shall feed until all light grows dim and suffers. Our time has come and men are so fruitful the foundation in their never ending appetite. It shall be easy to take them all from God’s loving hand as they want to leap from that Mighty Palm into fiery lake, it takes little prompting. He has offered them everything that from us was taken, yet they will follow our deception, our myth, ignoring the Truth they know to be real for the darkness of heart and reprobate mind. We will feed them, to the maw of the dragon, consuming all in fire and leaving naught but ash as remembered service to our hunger. They have chosen unwisely they have chosen to serve those who leave nothing in their wake. We will steal, kill and destroy until nothing remains and then we will stand far off from God’s paradise knowing what we know, immortal and free.

Into that sleepless night I mumbled the intelligible. Words with no semblance or connection to this reality fell from the stone perch of my palsied frown. Why had space given me so much freedom and no courage as deadly blow after swinging pendulum mistook me for a French intruder. Gaining wisdom as all memory passed before my wakeful eyes lending me sudden understand, precisely when I needed it least, as I face the end of my days. Crushed by relief that time had for me called my chit, There is no bargaining without chips, no credibility without a Truth measured against your name, no place to wonder when the desert Knows you’re there.

Why had I forgotten everything about engineering, machinery and gadgets exactly when I needed that learning most? What fallback supported my continued existence if I could not find the Spirit of McGiver somewhere deep inside my thought processes for that skill set would be the only personal salvation I would observe. And judging from enormous blank I had drawn, tighter than a mercury seal on a vacuum, there would be no hope for this child warned by Mom and Graced by God. Delivery is what I most needed unfortunately I had reached that dry moment when God offered no more moments for contemplation and decision. My gas was gone, air used up and title revoked, apparently God wants me home right now for some strange reason when I have amounted to nothing for Kingdom or Family.

Faith is reason without an explanation or expectation. My view of this world had summarily amounted to nil on God’s Worthometer. I stood bereft of reason, accountability, science, emotional intelligence or a solid sense of morality. I would say it was by chance that I became someone of standing but we both know who is responsible for all blessings having been bestowed upon this poor fool. My answers were humbly sharp and my love dismally given for wanton gain. I had made decisions to save myself from making more subsequent choices that we all know must be made this side of dying. I viewed God’s Will as a nod and a wave, hoping that I would never have to explain to anyone what this life truly entaialed. For I had a some total of nothing to show, nothing to say and nothing to revive me from the unpleasant slumber to which I now was headed. What does waste not want not mean any way?

Inordinate tragedy born of the Greek Soul but placed in the Iranian emotion as weeping about the joys of love seems odd to a Russian. We knew discourse, we knew rambling, we knew how to serve ourselves in a host of languages but had forgotten how to mourn. Nothing throne to the ground evoked our pity, especially those who couldn’t find their way from poverty. Eating a dog is not that hard. It simply requires that you are the hungrier dog. Displaced from the stark concept that I had always been wrong about everything, I stood alone a giant, casting aspersions upon everyone for all would know my rage and contempt. Humanity was a swollen sponge waiting to extol its colored passions upon my freshly waxed floors. Hate was an insufficient word for the foul odor that now filled my mind, Raw, acidic, suppressed wrath bit my tongue nearly twain as I could not imagine more painful end to the forgiveness lacking retribution I sought against all of them. There was no going back nor everlasting light for me, only darkness, fire and dry spit, gnashing and blaiming everything upon God himself.

We were right you know, but the simple fact that it had all come to pass as He proclaimed left me wanton. I could not measure my loathing breast against the apparent joy that powered those who chose to believe what I knew certainly was folly and fairytale. A God who loves me enough to die to buy me back from the sin that I chose is weak, impotent and disturbing. Now they thought and lived like angels when all the world was to be MINE. As each remaining moment flowed as speed bumps on an endless culdesac, I jostled to raise my eyes to see who stood there in my dying fame. All I could see was Love. The Love of my Family, my Dog and my God looking at me not in shame, misery or the hate I shared for them, but Love. Upon that final sight I would chew for eternity sharing my wages with those who loved their sin more than life itself.