The Pun

In the beginning was the word
And the word was with God
And the word was God

Then curiosity kicked in…

In principio erat Verbum
Et Verbum erat apud Deum
Et Deus erat Verbum.

Then the play began…

Principles are in the Word
And the Word was amongst God
And God was The Word

In the beginning was the word, and the word was “with God” and the word was “God”—just words

Principles are in words, amongst God, which is also a word—”The Word”.

In the beginning WAS the word and the word WAS with God and the word WAS God—times have really changed.

Word is God, therefore words are gods.


Aphorisms of Dragon-Breathe

A man who touches the tail of a dragon
Saying, “This is a really big four-legged snake”
Has forgotten that dragons breathe fire

A man who speaks face-to-face with a dragon
Must have a nagging wife hungry for fried meat

When your breathe feels like fire
Brush your teeth

Just sigh
And let all men die


Zachary, my son. Listen…

You cannot feign spirit by its
Xtremities. Since this is
What perception easily
Verifies, it’s all we can
Understand. But Spirit on
The other hand falls under
Similar principles as
Rhetorical truths; truths which
Quips don’t teach in full. You must
Ponder the fundamentals
Of Spirit without all these
Nonsense Spirit has become —
Making it hard to grasp. I
Look at these extremities
Keenly and see nothing but
Jargon; a failed attempt to
Isolate Spirit into
Highs and lows. Oh! But all that
Grows, gives, and begets comes but
From Spirit whole; Spirit in
Entirety. Zach, my boy,
Don’t fathom extremities.
Come closer to the very
Beginning …of each line where
Alphabets run bottom-up.


Soul Shadow

The morning came back
And woke the night up
For work. — Time? — 6am.
It was time for the night
To report for the chore.

Light came
And drove the
Darkness to work.
Mornings have become
The talisman which purges
Darkness into the hearts of men.


Sun Dance

On my way to twenty-two
A land filled with horror and big books
I stumbled down the forest’s path
My shoes, them two, got lost in the sand
And lost they did remain
Abandoning what made
Feet strong, and paths with bumps

On my way to thirty-three
Spirits I see in misty glee
Alas! My foddered soul can be free
“Spirit, spirit. Precursor to man.
How can I, my soul, unhand?”
“Unhand!?”, they said, “Unhand
Really!? Boy — find your feet

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One of those things

Perhaps it is implied.
Perhaps it is not-implied.
Perhaps it is nothing implied and not-implied.
Perhaps it is vague.
Perhaps it is vague and implied.
Perhaps it is vague and not-implied.
Perhaps it is vague, and both implied and not-implied.

Who knows?