What Time Forgot.

  The ill repute and underlying angst of the African Nations are once again brought to the forefront with renewed trade with Africa and the Western Hemisphere. Such enterprises are fraught with an anticipatory texture and renascence, some would say overbearing, nuisance to the higher powers but laced with indignity on the forefront of their enterprise. However, these unduly remarks do not beget and translucent animosity to such endeavors. It is the capital of the new world and free enterprise.

Of Exoneration and Contempt

  What once was a happy institution has now turned into a frivolous froth making exhibit of Grandeur. Never before have I had trouble with the Law. Torah Law is one thing or many mitzvot that keep the able searching climbing upwards upon Yakov's Ladder. Secular Law, and the courts of the United States, help maintain a balance between the moral and profane. What exists in my world is a triumph of morality, sometimes hindered by the wherewithal plunder of those averse to the law. My complaint is not one of corruption in the courts of the United States, but one of access and ease of the law to trump itself riddled by the inaccuracies and fallibility of the men who attempt to process the law.
  In each town and township of the state and country I live in, there are jurisdictional problems between the men of law enforcement. Having been whittled from the stone hedges of proper abundance, these men who work together are one of the same code but many different frequency. Those upon the higher frequency have a broad view of the Law to keep it intact, yet those at the lower posts must find a way to cope with all sorts of individual matters that may sneak by the infamous iron eye of the judiciary.
  What would be resolution of such impudence? For those on the lower post to be able to see eye to eye with the makers of the law running the secular ladder straight to the White House and the Houses of Congress. These leaders of men, supported by the constitution, have varying degrees of access to the men of lower rank. But if the cries of the populace are better able to reach the ears of the non complicit, Laws may take grander form, and the services of the ordinary citizen would be more complete.
  My view is; stay upon the track I was given and handed down by the great men of our time, and hope that judicial providence holds forth a steady sway against injustice.

Of Rust and Gold and a Story Seldom Told

  I live in a robust city that found it's grandeur at the right time to capitalize on new technology. The fortunes of old have come in to line with new money and new opportunities. Those that sit on high find themselves at peace here among the ruins and decadence of the past millennium.
  There are many historical pieces and elements to this city. What seems like days of old on the Mount of Olives thrives as a playing field now a days, right next to the olive presses that used to reap providence from the hills. There are ancient whisky mills and butcheries located precisely along the lines of a modern city. The clash of the old and the new bring themselves whiskly to the brink of a satisfactory days upon days journey.

What Time Had Become Immortal.

  The thought of living forever peruses the mind of some in the atmosphere, but the true desire for the everlasting can only be quenched by the living God. I am not speaking of Christian Mythology, but by the God that prevails all things and gives life to all beings.
  I once had a relationship with God that felt like I was one of the Immortals. I had abstained from all normal pleasures activities and had a feeling that I could exist on dust alone. Then, I was driven to dust by the actions of my life. Whether I was carried there by an altruistic vein is one question, but the question that pervaded my heart was not one of personal gain per say, but one of Immortal conquest. Whether I could live among the stars with a companion who I adored greatly.
  I was lead to this companion by the materials of the modern world. I built my castle upon technology, but it was the ever more human component that kept me living until the day I met my wife. The wife who knows when I sleep and when I am awake. A part of the immortal everlasting that I have experienced in 36 years. I can only hope for blessings and protection from my God to carry me through what seems to be an ever long existence.

What Has Come Before and What Is To Be

  Legendary Rock Band The Rolling Stones cried out once, "Wild Horses couldn't drag me from you."  If however they had known about rock hard constibillary they would have thought twice about that assertion. Not to say that it would take Wild Horses to drag me from anywhere, but the idea that there are people in Law Enforcement that are the size of a Trailer Truck certainly puts a chagrin on the idea that nothing is impossible in the universe.

  Myself, for the other case, prefers to live in accordance with the Law, yet somehow I am dragged away by a particular vice or other some such, that it holds me in contempt of the law even though I wish not to break it.  Take coffee for instance. And that is the thing, you can not just take coffee. Coffee must be given to you in accordance with an exchange of monetary funds or a hand shake. Personally I enjoy the Hand Shake.

  Something for the travelers of this world. I thought to myself that I would take the ambiance of a carpet bagger. Then I thought, is it just carpets that they bag, or is there even more that they dragged along with them. Perhaps even the riches of Rome. Perhaps the plunder of Titus....or Typhoid. Hard to say, and even harder to do.

The Rising of the Sun

  Who could be enamored over the quintessential intelligence? Would it be the greater one or would it be those who interpret the Law based on the previous foregone conclusions?
  I myself, am subject to the law, simply as I am subject to the creator himself. People want a piece of me just as I want a piece of people, and I want peace for the people. My endeavors so far to date is to show that human kind are far more of a super species than could ever be predicted, except in the rounded mine of the Torah.
  How do you convert to such a philosophy? That people be far more than just people, that humans are a kin to angels and that our forefathers knew this much....that if the channelling of the great and high beyond is possible, then why not lend the traits of a grand scheme to those who worship on high.
  There has never been much forecast for the underlings of civilization, yet if the primary desire of the universe is to expand, then it is the bequest of the lowest cast of humanity to bring forth the ultimate determination of the creator. As well as the highest cast of society.