"Come ... " They Said ...
"And Let Us Build A City
For We Know How A House Is Built"
... But They Built Their House & Their City
Upon Muddy Ground, Dust & Silt ...
"Come ..." They Said ...
"and Let Us Travel On This Road
For We Know How A Road Is Paved"
... So They Took Cement & Stones & Tar
And A Wide Road To Their City, They Made
And Then They Built
Towers Up To The Heavens ...
To Peer & Ponder The Ultimate Universe
For Those In The Foolishcity, Had Said ...
"No One, Had Built The House of Earth"
And In The Great
Learning of Foolishcity
They Praised The Engines of Atoms & Molecules
& Applauded Their Efforts & The Energy It Took
To Produce Their Foolishcity's Tools
And In The Great
Learning of Foolishcity
There Was Indeed, A Great Knowledge Increase
As They Hammered Carbon-Compounds In The Woods
But They Couldn't See The Forest For The Trees ...
"Come ..." They Said
To All Those of Foolishcity ...
"For We Only Recognize The Ability of Us,
Because We Have Learned Power & Laws & Systems of:
Protons & Electrons & The Nucleus ..."
But To Those
In Foolishcity ... I Deem To Say:
Just Because One Knows How A House Is Made
Does Not Mean There Is No Builder ...
You've Just Seen The Tools & Techniques of HIS Trade
And Just Because
One Knows How A Road Is Paved
of Structured-Mix ... Set & Smoothed
Doesn't Mean 'No One' Labored On It ...
You Just Witnessed The Method & Mode Used
A House With Plumbing & Glass Windows
and Walls & Doors & Working Wire-Switch
and Carpet & Floor Paneling Picked
You Know Somebody Had To Design & Make
Any House, Built Brick By Brick ...
And Streets, Highways, Toll-Roads, Freeways
Turnpikes & Expressways' Exits & Entrance
The Hours of Planning & Labor & Expense
To Think There's No Meaning Or Purpose They Exists
Why ... That's Just Dead-End Nonsense!
Now, Take The Levels of Cellular Structure
Or Organized Human-Brain Functions
Consciences & Cognizant Sense of Awareness
And Love's Great Emotional Catalysts
That Controls Or Comports Biochemical Responses
But Those Dwelling In ...
Foolishcity Has Said - - -
(In Their Big Exploration Observatories)
"That Earth & Heaven & Us ...
Are Just Lumps In Lost-In-Space Lotteries"
(Which Then Produced Man From Monkey-Laboratories)
... Who Then Said ... "Come ..."
"And Let Us Build A City ...
Based On Just Our Science-Advancement & Theories"
But What Their Knowledge Keeps Them From Knowing
Is That Foolishcity Is A Fundamental-Fop Territory
But "Come ..." They Said
"In Our Grand Foolishcity,
There Is No One Out There, Greater Than Us"
... They Don't Even Know That GOD Is Waving To Them
and Being Patient Enough Not To Rush ...
For Mankind Is On
GOD's Schedule / Time-Frame
And HE's Waited On Us To Find Out & See
Just How Complex & Ingenious HIS Handiworks Are
and Just How Great & Gracious - HIS Glory ...
But Those In ...
Foolishcity, Can't Fathom
The Great Architect of Life's Building Blocks
So The Only Real-Estate They Will Ever Claim
Is The Location In Foolishcity's Lot ...
* * * * * * * * * *
"Come ... " They Said ...
"And Let Us Build A City
For We Know How A House Is Built"
... But They Built Their House & Their City
Upon Muddy Ground, Dust & Silt ...
"Come ..." They Said ...
"and Let Us Travel On This Road
For We Know How A Road Is Paved"
... So They Took Cement & Stones & Tar
And A Wide Road To Their City, They Made
And Then They Built
Towers Up To The Heavens ...
To Peer & Ponder The Ultimate Universe
For Those In The Foolishcity, Had Said ...
"No One, Had Built The House of Earth"
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