Philosophical Ranting, Cereal, and Board Games

Rant about self-significance in the study of culture.

 

Soaking up cultural crunch berries in fallen cities that

Light up this mad mud ball like a town center Christmas tree. .

 

Staring, with the starry dumbfounded eyes of a child at

The circus, at scriptural scribblings on the Scrabble boards of time.

 

Obadiah!

Apostle Paul!

Socrates!

Zoroaster!

“Triple Word score!”

 

Oh, the mighty honor of joining the battle royal of

Philosophical searching and scorching! Bless my mortal soul

With the Rock and Roll of ages!

 

As I turn pages and stretch scrolls and scroll down digital Tablets of high brow historical hullabaloo

 

I wonder if these soldiers of lords and heathen hordes Wondered of the distant thundering futuristic tangle of

Wires that would amplify and magnify their thoughts

And visions with presses, radios, and televisions . . .

 

Until every eye and ear

Would see and here

In reverent fear

Amen!

 

It’s as easy to doubt as it is to accept

That as vast versatile vines of timelines crept

That their expanded spheres of perception

Could grasp the gravity of their great conceptions

 

Maybe they were just the average guys of their dynamic eras.

Maybe they saw the need for change.

 

Am I so different?

Are you?

Is there an ancient patent on the search for higher truths?

 

I think not!

And yet,

I’m just an ink blot

On God’s everlasting page.

No sage.

No scholar . . .

 

No face on coin or dollar!

Just an average guy of my dynamic era

Who sees the need for change.

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