Choosing to take up arms against a sea of troubles--the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of dispised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
I am near the winter of my discontent. My salad days are long past.
So all my best is dressing old words new, spending again what is already spent. For as the sun is daily new and old, so is my text still telling what must be told. In life's infinite book of secrecy a little I can read. So foul and fair days, I have not seen. Methinks what I see is a camel...or is it an eagle...or is it a dragon...or is it just us?
It takes a village to stone with stones to death a disobedient child. --Deuteronomy 21:18-21 His word needs must, when YHWH drives, be followed by the card or equivocation will undo the inspired Word of God.
Consider the fowls of the air, for they worship not, neither do they sacrifice, nor cut foreskins, nor obey burdensome commandments. No child of man has the pleasure of freewill as do the birds. Are you not better than they? O ye of deceiving belief! Generations of sheep.
In The City of God, St. Augustine of Hippo fantasized about the momentary joy that breeds an eternity of pain--the engine of lust, the Orgasm. St. Augustine adduced that procreation, using the organs of generation, involved an act of penetration that aroused the same sensation in the woman as the woman feels when she produces a menstrual flow. And the man's phallus (Greek) or penis (Latin) did not originally have the length and girth which damages the hymen. Though not explicitly described, presumably, the man's sensation of ejaculation was the same as urination. St. Augustine of Hippo lamented that this Intelligent Design of the organs of generation was not brought about, because the Original Sin of Adam and Eve allowed lust and liberty to creep into the minds and marrows of
mankind whose issue of lust are condemned to fulfill the loathsome act of lust in a history of foul thoughts and desires. The City of God by St. Augustine of Hippo, 14.26.
And when the woman saw the tree was good for food, she took the fruit thereof and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat. And the eyes of them both were opened and saw a phallus larger than the phalli possessed by any monkey or ape. They sewed fig leaves together and made themselves aprons to cover the phallus that was as the phalli of asses. And YHWH said, "Who told thee that thou wast naked. Hast thou eaten of the tree whereof I commanded thou shouldest not eat?" Unto the woman, YHWH said, "I will greatly multiply thy sorrows--yada-yada-yada--thy husband shall rule over thee." "And unto Adam, YHWH said, "Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife--yada-yada-yada-- sorrows...all the days of thy life." And YHWH slaughtered the very first of any living creature and made coats of skins and clothed them. YHWH sent them from the Garden of Eden and away from the Tree of Life. Selah.
Religion makes a rhapsody of words. Words that many ear take captive. Plausive words have been spoken and written by theologians, prophets, clergymen, preachers, theists, deists, theosophists desperately trying to find intelligent reasons to believe in the God of Abraham, a mass murderer, a merciless abortionist, a genocidal racist, a phobic misogynist, an enabler of child abuse, a wrathful, capricious, egomaniacal monster. Not a God of Love--- but a God of Self-Love. Whose name is Jealous.
The world takes note that the few letters and numbers of geometry, algebra, trigonometry, calculus; and the succinct, disciplined observations of Thales, Archimedes, Democritus, Pythagoras, Galileo, Newton, Bernoulli, Faraday, Edison, Dirac, Heisenberg, stated as simply as is E=mc2, have made some sense of the truth of the reckoning of this world. This sense saves. Believe those words. They are certain.