Spoiler Alert —– This is a very old (think Pygmalion) poem.

More and more persons are able to create spheres: From a work of art, to a photo, to one man plays, to groups of performers, to performers with props, to automaton constructions, to theatrical productions, to radio, and television, and movies. Two different spheres toppled a president and elected another to the office.

Surrounded by tremendous energy and power, we are left with a sense of envy. How to be happy? We deny ourselves the passions of the sinners, abstain from causing pain and loss, releasing our consciences from the screams of the dying.

What if like me, we were too obtuse to realize this until now?
What if we wrote down a vision of the perfect world? Our vision could not be too real because if it was, it could be called an idol—the work of our hands (enough said).

I can only pray that the Triune God gave me some keys in these black on white scribbles that I have puzzled over so very, very long.

I scoop a handful of dirt from the ground. Many people like me have done so and believed in the sand enough to find uses for it. Sand also contains silicon which in the past has not been useful for very much. But someone believed in silicon and what a sphere now exists!

  • But the sphere would have nothing to do with me.

  • Poor me! But I look around and see other persons believing in other periodic elements, other systems of engineering, and I think—maybe I can do this too! (enough said)

    There exist many inventions based on silicon and so silicon can be said to be a key to the spheres created. Silicon’s label as an idol is debatable but the vast majority of persons do not idolize silicon.

    But many persons do take part in cults at one time or another.

    We have to work in order not to ascribe god like status to one or even more individuals living on this earth.

    Matthew 16:19  And I will give to you the keys of the kingdom of Heaven. And whatever you bind on earth shall occur, having been bound in Heaven. And whatever you may loose on the earth shall be, having been loosed in Heaven.

    Triune God! All were merely scribbles in the past and H. sapiens did the rest!

    Can not these black on white scribbles be keys to a spiritual empowered kingdom that you have let us be a part of and build!

    By admin

    A ranter who in the end thanks joyfully.

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