What fool would take a gift given out of fear? For in fear no light is seen. What judge would judge? Lest he been judged and his slate is clean? For what judgement is rendered on the just, by a fool? What darkness is seen? Is it not hidden as under a bucket without light. Only reflecting that which is given By one of light. Or what of the word? If not written before time began. To what do we hold it true?It is but a word. Only true when in the heart written. What of eternity? Is not all that has a spirit bound by the rules of spirit? The spirit being as a circle without beginning and without end. The body to cast aside for it was made to die. The soul, what is the soul? Is it the part that wonders for a home? Searching for that it can not find. Who finds truth in the illusions of time. And to what end is a man saved? And to what fault would God repent? In the beginning was the word,and the word was with God,And the word was God. Or so John said. Yet in the garden hear as God repents for making man. To whom God gave the word. As man named each beast. Judge me not oh foolish ones for I know the book well. But more over I understand. Understanding by meditating on words.Written and yet to come. For the word is like the spirit, never ending and always with questions.For without questions no answer would be found.
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