The tears from the sky fall down on the lil' gardeners as sorrow. Then they get sad, not glad. These are not the still waters, the spring of living water. Yet, even these waters will wash them clean and tidy!
One time the flood waters raged and some gardeners who did what was right in their own eyes drowned under them....smothered. But then the rain was wrapped in a bow and made into a present, for there is to be nothing but presents for gardeners who read the Sign.
10 comments:
There is a lunar eclipse tonight--I tried to think of a parable but couldn't! Not one of my talents I suppose.
-M
tears, tears, tears... always over emotional. Don't you understand that rain is water from the sky? It's not some cosmit emotion. You rely too much on emotion, too much on interpreting natural happenings as the feelings of your own little heart.
"I tried to think of a parable but couldn't!"
How about a parable about a Merchant Nation, then...
Once upon a time, that was not in time, the earth came to be between the Sun and the Moon. The face of the Moon that is never hidden was then hidden for this nation. The Moon was tidying up the place. Yet the Merchant Nation that had been tidied up before would not be tidied up this time, that was not in time.
Then the Merchant Nation that just would not be tidied up was destroyed in one hour. It was by fire like those of the face that was hidden from the Moon, one time that was not in time.
"...too much on interpreting natural happenings as the feelings of your own little heart."
Are there unnatural happenings?
Perhaps my heart is a good lil' heart with good lil' feelings too.
I am fine. Too bad I can't edit comments though. I forgot about that. The computer locked up on that last parable and it needs some refining, more perhaps.
The News Journal won't run my blog nor my last editorial, that is amusing. They seem to run a lot of excrement instead.
Yet I am fine, fine as wine. Let the dead in the head bury the dead, let gays sodomize each other to death as they tend to, let women choose to kill their offspring and commit suicide, let the addicts overdose, let the greedy use the State, let the gluttons eat themselves to death. And so on.
There are none so blind as these, those who will not see.
Yet saying that being blind is bad would offend the mother of a blind child, you see. There might be a blind child who gets made fun. So instead, let us call being blind something good, so good. This way no blind child will be bullied. So in the end, there will be two blind lesbian mothers who have a blind child on purpose. For it must be said to be good...so good to be blind. Can't you see?
Saying that gluttony is wrong might offend the parent of a fat child. For this child will be bullied. So it is best to say that being fat is good, so good.
And so on.
So let the American Republic do what Republics tend to do under the guidance of Kerry and Edwards. For Wisdom seems to have hidden her face.
Yet I am still fine, fine as wine. Things can get worse, they can get better. You do what you can with your gifts. I suppose if you have children then you are of the world more and are more concerned about these things.
Just remember, they are only things.
The book that is written on is not the story. The author who writes the book knows how to write. He knows the story. He knows what story he will write next.
So he can write another story, on another book. With a new star to the story too....for otherwise, there would be nothing new under the Sun for all time.
What the hell is your problem with Gays? It's none of your business where I stick my dick. Keep your self rightous little parables to yourself. I don't think I'll be back to your bigot blog.
Bigotry is a claim about knowledge. If you had knowledge perhaps you would have wit. You see, you can't self define yourself some happiness and good cheer.
I am unconcerned with what you do. I let the dead bury their dead, you see. I am only here to share some knowledge. Then, I will die too. Yet I am happy. If you are happy, then be happy. That is fine. I tell you the truth, you have had your reward in full. Also, it seems odd that those who claim to be so happy are killing themselves, abusing each other so...and so on.
If you think I am ignorant as a bigot then share knowledge with me. For your knowledge is your witness.
A parable, about some people who wanted some twinkies.
Once upon a time there were some people and they wanted some twinkies. Well, they knew that some people ate twinkies in the past and still did. The problem was that a lot of people seemed to think that eating twinkies was not good. In fact, it seemed a universal fact. For even those who wanted to eat twinkies found it insulting. Sometimes they would say to others, "You secretly want to eat a twinkie, just like me! So what is your problem with twinkies, anyway?" It was an odd sort of insult, you see. To say that someone else has the desires that you do as a big insult.
Yet those who wanted twinkies did not stop there. Instead, they got together and said, "We are all oriented to eat twinkies!" So then, they became the twinkie community. For the most part this community talked about how good, so very good it was to eat twinkies. Sometimes, people wondered if the problem was that they never had some home-cooked cake. But at any rate, they sure talked about how great eating twinkies was. So the twinkie community began to eat a lot of twinkies together, more and more.
So they started getting sick. Then the twinkie community used their sickness to say that all children should be taught about eating twinkies. You know, so they would be aware of twinkie people who were sick and the like.
So they began teaching children about how good it was to eat twinkies. So more and more children began eating twinkies and joining the twinkie community. Then, more and more people started getting sick.
They tried taxing the twinkie company to pay for healthcare. Yet it all had to come to an end once it became impossible to pay for it all.
Also, twinkie people never did seem to be all that happy about being in the twinkie community.
I once played ring around the rosy with a gay activist anthropologist for some time.
He said he could not believe in a Creator because it seemed like every religion was too concerned with what he did with his wee, wee.
It is like this. The wee, wee creates human life. This is like a genesis. So, it is important for the creation of life has to do with the meaning of life itself.
I am a bit curious as to why you did not take offense at the mention of blindness. For this would offend the blind community.
And so on.
Also, your first reaction is a form of censorship. Be careful of what you do if you know not what you do.
For the Author will always get the last Word. He will say what it is to be gay.
Post a Comment