The Faux Pas Press #139
No Place Is Greater Than The Next
By Chambo Fresh
When you are the kind of person who does everything 100%.........When you esteem yourself to be the smartest man in the room, not matter how smart the room….When you repel all that stinks of mediocrity as if you have no part of it... If you were so smart, why have you sought destruction as if it were the only way of handling progress? This life is long. The undead tones of minstrel cheer ring out from the belfries, the flying demon-gods of Coronado soar upon the Monster Lords, and found beneath the wreckage of yesterday emerges a giant never before seen, a giant looming in the undertow, waiting for his moment to carrying them, waiting for his moment to prove, now and forever, the Lord of Infinite Light reigns. He lives. He lives who once was dead. Now, upon this uncomfortable night, the giant waits for the verdict. And it is good. Surely it is good. Quenched of guilt, quenched of shame, accountable for choices, pouring out goodness from a sobriety pen, living in the one percent of the one percent of the one percent. This year brings with it new challenges, challenges that can and will be overcome. Not by some sleight of hand trick, not by intelligence and intelligence alone, not by willpower, but through the power of he who is mighty to save. A life worth living empowered to move when movement is needed and stand still when stillness prevails. I am he who floats beneath the undertow. I am he who lives to see the changes – lives to see them in this ever-transforming mortal frame. I am he, surrendered to the power greater than self, the power that can be still. Those who cannot understand – they will understand in due time – when all this night has concluded. No place is greater than the next.
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