As my mind opened to the heaven’s above He reveiled to me a deep “not-so-extremely” secret gaze into the works of the wicker basket of the world. As I thought to myself where did all the saint’s go? He said,

“Spun around in the air like a tornado. Being tossed around up in her might seem pleasant or beautiful in a way, the whiping and the open space in which to breath, but when the dust riles up around you and their’s nothing but debris that you can see. You can seem how it might be stuffy. With no where to land or a place to crash. Continual chaos. A melodic mellow drama of winds in your ears and houses crumbling under God’s finger. From the outside looks like nothing you have seen or heard of before, and when it’s your turn to go, the walls just rip up around you. It’s just you and the seconds before you are executed by a farm from the east or trailor truck in the west you have time to do one more thing. Pray to God he forgives you of your sins. To the naysayers who rought their lives through the fibrics of society causing detriment and forced pleasure. So much pleasure happiness is hard to come by, because over time these pleasures break your soul until all is boring and life seems meek. Which is why I believe Thomas Jefferson saw it coming. I believe it when he said we were given the chance in “prusuit to happiness.” When luxuries are so easily given away we find ourselves a slave to mediocrity. If we give every child a crayon and tell them to draw a picture why does everyone’s drawing be great! How will a child ever know to get better. I feel more humbling expierences added with a bit of humility are nessecary in order for progress to occur. This doesn’t mean go tell your child he is worthless, just that he or she needs improvement. Constructive critisism. A road to preach in public and reprimanding in private, given the magnitude of the situation. Fore this world is not meek, yet we shall fight to secure freedoms and a botherhood in a country that could really use a friend. We are “One nation. Uner God. Indivisble. With freedom and justice for all.”

Well played sir. Well played.