A Traveling Monk’s Book: a fictional tale,… or is it?
We are missionaries.
We travel from town to town, from country to country. We are men of quest. Afoot, we are, “The Walking Man.” Tradition honors us: Better recognized when on horseback, we are “The Single-Hander”. We are Poor Fellow Soldiers of Christ.
The degree of our angle on life depends on our devotion to securing the messages we have been rewarded to receive.
Tradition honors time.
Ancient Scrolls Reveal:
“Long ago, in a dusty village, filled with hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth and a way to a better life. He was convinced he had the answer; and he compelled people to follow along; but the hunger never vanished, and the man was banished. Then, the village dried-up and died.
At a time when wise men peered through brass tubes towards the sky the Heavens changed in predictable ways, and one man was able to find that he had thought he had the answer; and he was quick to write his revelations; but, as they were scrutinized by his collogues’ eyes, he soon became a mockery!
An urban sprawl sits, choking on his discharge, overwhelmed by industry, searching for a modern-day savior from another place, in plight for charity. Everyone begging for an answer without regard to validity. The search, it never ends. It goes on and on, and on for eternity.
Don’t tell me about the answer, because then another one will come along soon. I don’t believe you have the answer; I’ve got ideas, too. But, if you’ve got enough naivety and you’ve got conviction, than the answer is perfect for you.” (D3)
GENESIS of Origin
“The Oxymoron Which Never Contradicts Itself!”
In order to start any creation, one must know where the starting point begins. Inquiring minds want to know, “If that was the beginning, what came before THAT?”
The church has its answer. Scientists want you to have faith that their multiple theories are the culmination of, “The Answer”.
Philosophers tend not to give any, “Answer,” but imply that, “The Answer,” is actually the questioning, itself, as like the layers of an onion are not layers, but the onion, itself, only composed of the core- layered of its own core.
In the first book of the church’s Pentateuch, it reads, “There was darkness over the abyss and a mighty wind sweeping over the waters.” (B3)
It further notes:
“Let there be a dome in the middle of the waters to separate the water from the water. …and it separated the water above from the water below the dome. …and God called the dome, ‘sky’.” (B4)
In other translations, the word, “dome,” is replaced with the word, “vault.” We all know that a vault is a solid enclosure designed to be opened and closed.
Again, in other versions, this, “dome,” or, “vault,” is recorded as such:
“Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.” (G1)
In yet another translation, it is recorded this way:
“…Let there be a space between the waters to separate the waters of the heavens from the waters of the earth.” (H1)
In similar accounts, translations read, “… and God called the firmament, ‘heaven.’” (I1)
We can all debate how mankind started until we are blue in the tooth, because we all do not agree about the subject; and we have countless wars which back that up!
Fact or fiction, regardless, words written down are but a message. Recorded from Ancient Man’s words, modern man delivers the words written down to another modern man; a message is sent.
That being the state of affairs, man is just a deliverer. If you disagree with the message, do not shoot the messenger!
The most circulated explanation of how Mankind began is in Genesis, the first book of The Bible, in which God single-handedly created everything in six days, then, rested on the seventh day. The most widely agreed upon terms of that explanation are the three words,
Indeed, Light is good! When in darkness, we all seek light. When in search by philosophical reason, we sojourn towards enlightenment. For most of us, the journey is a lonesome one, from church steeple to church steeple- a “Steeplechase”!
Yes, many share in your pleasure, but glory, itself, is a sun-basked-in by only a few- a lonesome destination is this journey, altogether. Let us not mistake being lonesome as a sad, lonely tale! “The Walking Man,” (J1) must walk alone, not because he has been banished, necessarily, but because he is free, enjoying his travel.
