All which ye seeks, man who climbs mountain-top for wisdom, is found only within the cloth which girds thine loins at the bottom!
Our Purpose:
It seems to be the glaring liability that most men only aspire for the minor degrees of knowledge. This fallacy has inculcated such a liability of drastic proportions upon the institution that raising it back up to its former glory is an up-trestle ladder-climb!
The historic metamorphosis from an operative Craft (a tangible, constructive ablative of means,) to a speculating population has caused the masses to assimilate into an incoherent, purposely self-deceived anti-ouroboros). (Mackey)
Remaining exist a purview which treads beyond Common Man’s ambition.
“… After all, it takes the Strength, Wisdom and Beauty of a Free Man to offer charity to a brother in need,..”
The hand of charity is not short, but the arm which reserves it genuflects to the miser. …
After all, it takes the Strength, Wisdom and Beauty of a Free Man to offer charity to a brother in need,.. but only if that charity does not weaken such Free Man or his home.
Chip Van Hassel
Where is there a Lodge Of Master Markers, Who’s moon-body has surfed Beyond this already-traversed marble?
Is it from the east? Is it to the West? Could it be farther South, Or even closer north?
Could the albatross Have already flown across, Leaving the mariner’s quiver inclined by the motion of chilled skin?
This building, A tabernacle to those who seek, Is both verb and noun, Word and sound.
‘Tis a corner-cutters’ dream, That tent, That rejected stone! I may not mark it alone!
No longer a symbol, Lost carving, or word, The Master’s capstone Has corners which point directions.
Where hath the path been beaten to; and who’s feet have tamped-down that earth?
No master carves his own name; No flint strikes against steel. No building Raises its own gables.
If the search Is to build here and now, than the ashes of the earth are the edge of this town.
I threw a small pumpkin into the compost pile, and, alas! … the gourd hath sprouted!
-Afternoon-
I worked for the next door neighbor all day doing landscaping and the-like.
-Evening-
The pumpkin flourishes; and I embarked upon embellishments to the compost bin. This bin is a prototype, and I am going to build three or more and place them, successively, so that I can turn and alternate the composting material as it develops into a fruitful medium.
A flourishing vegetable and herb garden shall soon begin to take-root!
