In a temporary existence, ideological forays and departure from sound precaution and good footing are inarguably the greatest waste of time, treasure and talent known to man. Trying on those ideas of men who have passed into eternal rest or separation is tantamount to testing the smell and stubbornness of moth eaten cloaks. Leave the whims of bearded men gone bye in the annals of that which once did not work and thrice will be absolute misery in failure.

We are so short lived that an internal understanding of the value to each moment dictates a rapid discernment in efficacy of those foundations to which we cling. Folly, though sometimes entertaining lacks the glory and refinement of solid educational and rational pursuit. Laughing, though spirit pleasuring should never be target of ones hounding wisdom. For truth is not most frequent found in humor but rather in the depth of challenge, remorse and emotional provocation. The joy is a guidance mechanism to overcome the gravity of mortal response to tragedy, as well, a continual/constant reminder of the sanctification gift found within tribulation.

Lost love hurts but to resume relations simply to remander the edifying wound of its passing is repetitive at best and at worst akin to insanity. Calculating like variables and constants in hope of returning alternative output is as always a fool’s errand. Such is the path of man looking for maturity or to utilize the moments of this short life to their fullest. It is never good for us to be alone with our own counsel unless that advisor has been constructed upon gathering of superior or quality tested knowledge. Simply aligning oneself with prose, ideal or patron to form some kindred bond is never adequate reason rather demonstration of the lack thereof.

What we have discovered in our quest for immortal understanding is that thoughts wither and die in the temporal realm when borne of male venture to be known or become common within the mouths of men. And to repeat those things which God has best told all, thinking our own words sufficient to claim these ideas as our own is theological plagiarism. As this world which I did not make unfolds before my hungry eyes, I am continually amazed at endless capacity to astound and clarify through mysterious delivery the simple fact of how very little I ever knew.