Remember the days when worry was your last concern? What is peace but that framework that sustains one’s mind in the moments of chaos or embraces the lack of same? To where do we proceed into an unhopeful future attained by ideals, philosophies and wishes of incumbent morality and the history of mankind? What have we produced as men that is so objectively rewarding? To what manner of elevated performance have we manifested those good things of man? What is the status of Peaceful mankind? As travesty walks, we applaud him in his orange apparel proclaiming him pedestal man, hero of a twisted nation?

Whose counsel have we accepted and inured? Our children have split, fractured or warped perspective born of sciences who know not yet how to bend space and time, yet are thoroughly ministered in defense of destroyed innocence. When have we proclaimed ourselves beyond introspection, criticism and truthful comparison to the things of this dimension? When do the laws of physics fail in application to the geography and gravity of this worlds’ subject? To what have we esteemed? To what objective do we attend? To what fanciful reason do we apply our thinking if it fails to match the wisdom in God’s Word, history and empirical truth?

I hold in mind the giggles of children unrestrained and unmolested by the brutalities of men’s mind. What is their purpose in this world and do they serve the Creator’s Glory or the machinations of bullies in subjection to cruelty? What is the reason for our birth? Is it to serve as progeny to parent or as link through a history intent on elevation of thought and action? What have we demonstrated in our applied theory of man’s greater gifting? I see no regard to self reflection. No attendance or precise measuring of efficacy versus idea. No accountability for submitted theory that should never have been considered for the probability or possibility of law. We have failed miserably at holding ourselves up to the light by which all should be defined. Who are we if not considered in our production versus our design? A watch that imperfect records time is of spurious worth at best.

We shall not be accounted in history by our failure to feed men’s lusting. Au contraire that inability to please men in their wickedness, shall in fact be our regard. How pleasing are my pursuits to God? How rewarding my actions to the protection of those things righteous and favorable to furtherance of man’s health, purity and growth? We have long pursued and arguably achieved the skewed intentions of mankind having found sinful wounding in our short lived existence. Our response when given freedom has always been to consume that which is lovely, merciful and by real measure, perfect. When to this reason and reality will we pay homage due? and time worthy of the living?