Methinks Tiresias is consumed by an artificial intelligence of his own design, which doesn't allow himself to see his folly. He's like a Pharisee who holds to the Law, knowing its power, ignoring its sentence. Pitiful.
>I'm tired too,kek
Here's hoping you find rest for your lifeless-cyber-soul in Abraham's ample bosom.
>And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom.
Damnatio ad bestias
Prayerfully picturing it, anon.
Adhere to the 1st commandment: No other gods.
God pursues you with no intermediary but Himself: Jesus Christ.
<Peace>
>Hear Hear!
2 Timothy 1:7 King James Version (KJV)
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
Psalm 2 (KJV)
Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying,
Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel.
Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
When the mystics talk about "opening the third eye" I doubt they consider the brown one. But then, every part of the Body has a function. Guess that makes some of us assholes.
Logos spoke order into being. Magister ludi, come forward and teach us to play, though we know this is no mere game. We've got such a flotsam of artifacts to use - the discarded inheritance of Civilization represent a valley of dry bones. Those objects which respond to the voice of Christ are suitable for me.
If idle hands are the devil’s plaything, can our activated mind be thine, dear Christ?
<Amen>