4516. CREATIONISM IS BACKWARDS

CREATIONISM IS BACKWARDS

The lamplighter has lit the charcoal, fire not yet

in check. Nowhere to place the flame, nor any

understanding of it. We are all, each alike, now

cavemen looking back at something dimly playing.

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This world is cinema, this world is frolic. The

four seasons play us, and not the reverse. All that

matters is present  -  the words, the world, by fiat.

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You are holding three cards, I see; they mean so

little. One is your past, things calling you back.

The second is the story you are weaving; as thread

pouring out of your mouth, jaw flapping  -  you

make up the tale as you go along. And lastly,

yes, most, the third is your destiny calling.

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That last one, I think, is really the only

you can put back in the deck you're given.

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(This world is cinema, this world is frolic. The

four seasons play us, and not the reverse. All that

matters is present  -  the words, the world, by fiat).