Push back upon the wind and it will recognize you belong, no longer bullying but propelling your vessel forward. Ask questions of the night, revealing its misgivings, tortured by what the light reveals of its fear and perspicacity. Write visions upon the arch ways of time asking that it remember your passing leaving it aware of potency in the temporal.

The way lies ahead, never to the left or right for these are the frailties of the unsure. Rocks do not simply fall allied to gravity or ambition, they stand in permanency to tell all of the Promises understood through lens of time, travel and temperance. What unlocks the doors and passions of men who would venture into world’s yet ventured?

Predators foretold by their path one foot upon the other, eyes set upon prize and prey. The peaceful men never frightens the doe in quest to achieve objective, but builds an aura of protection and lack of threat to innocence. Men stumble in likeness of God when they become the hunter revealing a lack of nuance and over motivated desire for Dominion.

I am not here to master the things of God but to surrender to my acknowledged understanding that the virtues of the Most High are only found in the spaces beyond my ending. What man will find the treasures at quest’s resolution when the starting blocks are yet located and preparation for life’s journey yet undertaken?

Learn that which is necessary for clever is the rodent who simply seeks to outsmart food’s owner. The Patient product of performance is found in the practice of the prudent art of quickening and structure never captured as the night falls around the world. The revelations in splitting light and recording the shadow of objects beyond distance.

In their tedium we find the majesty of love. For what boring man is welcomed or announced at party without amassed; wealth, understanding, commerce or charm? No one waits upon a prophet when their are sinful calls to revel and perform the rituals of sorcerers gathering. They will even ask the dead about a God of the Living.