Headlong into any madness we consider. What holds sturdy men to promise or virgins to commitment? What entices the faithful to consider being set apart for greater thoughts than their own? Are there destinations beyond the will and values of this life and man’s concern? What if there are greater wars being waged in which we play role as location of battles waged? What then would lead a man to knowledge of his participation in issues beyond his own importance, into which he may sow the seeds of sovereign intention?

How do I know that I am so very unimportant as major player in the grand schemes of existence? Bit characters such as I may be pivotal to creating circumstance and setting stage mood, scenery or furniture. I do not fear nor regret my minor position in God’s Divine use of tragedy to bring about the Heavenly. I neither ask your permission nor agreement with my choice of journey or navigable waters. For it is fulfillment I seek for all things, people and the passions of God’s pleasure. The gravity that binds us is greater than this self.

Burst into the destiny of your making. Make a splash, set records, fly so far and fast that they never see you coming and never watch you leave, but know emphatically that you’d been there. Take with you the courage of everlasting and the hope of dominion beyond the flames and ticks of time’s clock. Expended in the effort to erect lasting pylons to declare my visitation have been so vastly wasted. I pray that you’ve forgotten me by next sundown and still maintain surrender and memory of light’s brilliance. As it illuminates the framework and sets the stage for the beauty you create. Live in exultation of greater things to come.