The Quest for Trancendance

With utter disdain I look upon my working condintion. And yet it feels as though the posterior prediliction of territory and repute, belie the hidden nature of my domestic plans. How can one take route over such splendid land, yet to toil the timmultudes and agregiously endevor to MAKE WHAT THOU HAST GOLDEN.
and a speach from above.
Golden Turpitudes for the Timmultudes.

Hender of shtut.

The normal aquiesence to plagerism aside, was the Torah written in a timeless fashion. Where all words corregate to a humble respondance.....the time was nill for Torah when I was away, except in my breadth and my wits alone.
Time gloriously attracts me to it's emminent domain, there is fortuatous passion with every drawn exhale and inhale from the energies the besiege my body. I do not lie domant in the cold. I have every piece of "wherewithal" to address my most certain and copious needs.
The trial of man has taken a recess within the corns of youth. Never more to be thirsty for a brotherly hug, I invite you in for the recompense of frivolity.

As if...

The longing of a heart betwixed the wicked and evil ways of disheartening fervor. Betwixed the idle rose of posterity, and yet I am not an ass, nore an asterisk amongst the people of righteous desire. Amidst the burly winds of hope clamors not the vixen and the demon of yesteryore takes the face of many a man betwixed his peril. Fore naught be judged by the Righteous Redeemer to his foresaken past. Only his present and presence doth the world make old with the light of day.

If...

With righteous indignation I post from the wherewithal camp on the Euphrates. There is no one to delineate my thoughts, or tell me the recalltrant of youth will dissuade me from a tumultuous asunder may make happenstance of my worthy and forthwith Endevors. I will now check if this blog is off the hizzy.