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---ALPHA AND OMEGA---


1: the "beginning" and the "ending". (First and last, like A and Z, Life and Death.)

The beginning and the ending are unknown to we mortals, so what about the middle, the in-between? Is the animal kind (and humankind) the middle? If we humans, we breathing shells of war and ignorance, are indeed the meat between the "beginning" and "end" without knowing the truth of either, is it not most beneficial to the collective, if not our obligation as the collective, to create a story worth repeating?

If this is the case, and we are the in-between, we’re only limited by our imagination. I suggest we make it memorable.

(It's too late, Scribbler!)

Don't be so hopeless, nothing is too late, especially if "time" is the creation of humankind. If we're indeed the in-between of the unknown "beginning" and unknown "ending", we simply create no absolutes. Instead, we create a story where there is no "ending". We create a never-ending story that benefits all of Life, all.

It's truly simple. Surely we thinking beasts can manage such a story and not muck it all up? Surely we can create a story worth repeating and not have the weight of our own ignorance be the final testament to our use?

It's like painting by numbers, creating "by the numbers", by the collective. What we "need" would be the most beneficial place to begin.

(We need Love!)

First we need air, water, soil, and seed.

(Then we need Love!)

We'll need great hope among all.

(Then Love!)

We’ll need cooperation.

(Then Love?)

Kindness is the key to cooperation, Kindness and Forgiveness.

(When do we Love?)

When want and pollution and starvation and thirst and murder and wars are no more, then, and only then, can the truth of Love give rise to Peace within all and everything and lift the veil on our Heavenly Home. That is the way we create a story worth repeating, by cherishing our needs, not worshiping our wants.

Mark Richard Prime, Peace, with , Kindness and the Living's sacred agreement...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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