Saturday, April 11, 2020

April 11, 2020

Easter Morning

She stood in front of the tomb, thinking. The stone had been rolled aside. The tomb was empty.

There was nothing there.

So, she left. She walked in the woods. And the birds were singing. And the dawn was breaking.

It was early spring.

It was, in many ways, Him. And in other ways, it wasn't.

After a time, she became tired & laid against a tree and fell asleep.

Then, the angels came.

They had come to take her with them, if she had been unable to go further. But she was dreaming & she was happy. So, the angels left.

On Earth, the bliss comes & goes, comes & goes.

And the angels accept this.  And she accepts it.

John L. Steadman

Thursday, April 2, 2020

April 2, 2020

The Creation & Nothingness Syllogisms

If space & time are constant for a moment, however briefly, then creation begins & begins, again & again.

If space & time are constant forever, then there is nothingness.