Because all other women (Kingdoms) are weakness; the kingdom of God is built on wisdom for all. Equality in the pursuit of happiness even by the constitution of the state of Florida in retrospect: Justice is not for sale, denial or delay. All men are created equal and the bar was created not to deny these rights but to protect them as ruled by the Supreme court and under the supreme Law of the land; the United States Constitution. As given by divine providence and nuture's God. The nature of the state of mind and the deeds of the mouth spoken from the heart. Evil triumphs when good men do nothing and for this reason governments were instituted just as moses gave the sermon on the mount. America the beautiful promised land given by God in the divinity demonstrated by Jesus and the famous 4 score and 7 years ago even today. Christ Jesus stood at the crossroads of faith truth Justice and the American way to deliver us this beautiful nation of nations so many have taken for granted today although his banner still waves. ;)
Keep rolling, like sailing, rowing the science voyage. Discovering a new discovery, then much happens: a new crescent, new moon on a new turn is found, yet a night to be invented eclipses it furthermore.
Will the voyage float at the newest dark energy frontier? Will it now pierce verily the ******-skinned heaven’s last barrier that divides the seen and unseen, holds the uncharted water? Will it by design decode or recite the word, the language the lock is coded in, the very command written on the stone? Till then it won’t move, nor does one see the skin black or white, and till then one won’t stop the sun lighting up the night!
The poem is from the book Zero and One: The Relativity of Science and Poetry available on Amazon.
A flower in despair I wish that I could meet you there Tell you that it's all right That dusk will never fade to night And that I'll never watch you fade across The seconds on my clock A million pinprick electric shocks
And all the while the stage is set
I'd bring you into my embrace Reality would slip away The world still barely ringing in my ears Ten thousand empty gestures Ten thousand empty questions And you'd become the ringing in my ears
All while the sky turns Black without a single star And the stage is set outside But in the darkness We still try
Not another Syllable can struggle through my throat My words I have to choke for the both of us, I suppose But I just want to say I still love the way you play with The way that I emote You'll come back to me, I hope All that's left is to take the stage
Plant a fertile garden in summer & harvest all of the fruits and vegetables. PIckle all of the vegetables. preserve all of the fruits-leave some Apples for pie. Place pickles and preserves in the darkness of the root cellar.
Order How to ****** a Farmhand in 10 Days from the book catalogue. Order the Art of War also just in case
Invite Handsome Jimmy Pike from the neighbouring farm over for pie.
Get Uncle Abe to cover the dirt floor with planks. As Mama always said a frozen dirt floor is just for the dirt poor.
Bake Pie. Place on windowsill. Waft the smell Of hot pie over toward the woodpile where Uncle Abe is chopping wood.
Invite Jimmy to play Gin Rummy the evening when Uncle Abe is mysteriously ill of a stomach complaint and sleeping in the barn.
Show Jimmy Uncle Abe's tongue and groove method of log cabin construction. Ask Jimmy to show me the **** and pass method of using unmilled logs to **** up against each other without notching.
Spike Jimmy's tea with ***. Show Jimmy the root cellar. **** up against Jimmy with notching. WITH LOTS OF NOTCHING.
Fall pregnant. Tell Uncle Abe and have a shotgun wedding. Bake another special pie.
When The Great Bard wrote his epic plays America was the new frontier A widening world of wonder. But now we look with eagle-eyed telescopes Out into the depths of space Beyond the beyond Back through countless miles and aeons To Thirteen point eight billion years ago When our universe appeared.
Send your minds-eye through swirling sandstorm fogs, Each grain a galaxy Each galaxy a beach Of stars.
Most stars are circled By endless varieties Of worlds. There must be Earths out there, Again too many to number Making our own a single speck In that endless night.
The saddest thing, of course, Is that all these worlds are out of reach, Unless we find a wormhole Or that fiction “Star Trek” comes to pass.
Without some warp drive We are marooned on this island We call Earth. Yet we can look And think: Imagine what it’s like out there On sister Earths In jungles, Up mountains And on sky-blue seas.