Not the happy commandant of this faux enterprise. Charlatans are seldom made happy in the revelation of truth. Subject all my works to the fires seen only in the mirror of God’s unbending Will. May those things which remain be gold and gems tested and found true.

My self-pious performance always leaves taste of liver and onion. Bitter, sadness and elite prognostication, outcomes of the foolhardy, believing themselves the best answer divinity may provide. Yet, few have known or even chatted with Almighty. And many simply lied.

A quest to bring about the scripted outcomes of my own pursuit. Offering explanation and submitting supporting characters and candidates to further my resolve. What a shameless way to express freedom and align myself with the Will of God in Heaven. Not my hopes.

For in the departure from the Divine I repeatedly arrive at the sour grapes of my own failed harvest. Please if you see me bid me well, give me hand or advice consistent with returning my rails to track and my words with Holy product. For the things that shall prevail must surpass.

Grateful for the chipping and pressure of this world. So blessed to be tested in the fires of life. There is only one way from here to there. I pray that my feet find that rare path and ne’er depart from it. For though I will a certain end, Jesus Christ alone determines my hereafter.