Dog Poet Transmitting…….
The Ides of March are upon us (now they are gone and so is St. Patrick’s Green Beer Marathon Puke). The Ides of March are one of those days that have a kind of ominous potential. I sit here reflecting on whether the world needs another Reflection in a Petri Dish; maybe… maybe not. Chances are (though I wear a parenthetical grin) we won’t be talking about the Julius and Brutus cage match. Perhaps we could go and get ourselves a word sandwich down to the International House of Logorrhea. I’d like to take a break from my busy schedule of abiogenesis. As you can imagine, that form of employment takes a great deal of concentration, so as not to wind up with a Gollum instead of a golem. Cases of mistaken identity are the cause of more sorrow than most people imagine and the worst of it is incorrectly identifying ourselves, which, by extension, leads to us misidentifying everyone else. The problem always starts with ourselves and then radiates outward. We live in a world of pirated fashion lines, similar to putting a Calvin Klein label on a pair of Winner’s Cup Vodka Jeans. However, in our case it goes in reverse. We undervalue ourselves because we do not know our own worth as inheritors of the Kingdom of Heaven and the legitimate offspring of the almighty god. Being aware of this is what got me into the abiogenesis business to begin with. Our cacozealous, not so Great Pretender efforts, fail across the board. We don’t know who to imitate or emulate.
You are either drawing your inspiration from the world or the divine. Of course you are not drawing it directly from the divine or you would be turned to ash. Rather it is filtered through those capable of standing closer than you can and even they are the beneficiary of interposing angels. If you are drawing your inspiration from the world then you may be popular but you will also, most assuredly be dead.
Posted on March 18, 2017 by Boulderdash