When one has knowledge, one also has the obligation.
God is a word most people stop at because the mind balks
at its meagre knowledge to proceed.
To not remember to lock the vault leaves it to be burglarized.
Or easily opened at best to remember without those whose presence
would have made the memories bearable, either in joy or sorrow.
To put memories into a vault and tightly lid them is
to crowd the emotions into a body with only death as a release.
It is a work when to sit down to rest in front of the fire
one has to build it first. But no fire made by another’s hands
warms as completely as one’s own effort in building and fanning one’s own flame.
All labor is divine for it is the creative principle at work. And
it is the creative principle one should cherish.
There never was an all right in anything.
The all right is always conditional.
How great a problem is,
is already decided by the forgetting.
Conscience is installed to monitor one’s life for one’s survival.
Conscience is memory of acts done to one
with the memory of pain.
Two by two was for the Ark.
But two by two can only be because someone has moved over
to allow space for an Other.
We are better than what we think but never as good
as what we know.