For me,
a mere man,
to throw myself into the war where the conclusion is written into reality by He who is divine certainly seems to be throwing myself into the wisest existence but throwing oneself begins with no regard to oneself.
The very thought of loosing ones life is of no concern.
To be mutilated is of no second thought.
To be alone is requested to no one.
To be diseased is reasoned.
To be... well... being is never even considered for those who throw themselves into the valley of life.
The life where every breath taken is like a fiery breath that is only experienced by those who have died and come back to life, the ever present awareness of holiness, wonder, and awe that is only given by those whose lives were forsaken, who died, when there bodies flailed wildly in there descent into war of existence. This war authored by the divine "I Am" where being is truly seen as each breath, every moment, second. The war is "not against flesh and blood" but rather to attain these moments of holiness, to be captivated not in ourselves but in the awe, the screaming glory of God in all of creation that has always beaten its chest to be none by all who oppose. I must conclude that to those who say there is no God are cowards. They look over the chasm of reality, of true reality, and walk inland to join with the rest of the cowards who say, this is all there is, we are it. Galileo's contenders have not given up there post quite yet. The earth has been laid up on the proverbial couch and diagnosed as a narcissus including all the inhabitants in it and they are lead to believe there life is of temporary worth.
Cowards,
they are all cowards!!
For me,
a mere man,
I stand before the valley of truth and dive.
I dive without looking, knowing where it leads or what will happen.
I know what awaits, I died before the thought.
So I dive,
me a mere man,
I dive into its bleeding side.
Truth is a bloody truth.