The Secret Truth

-----------/Canaan's Best Kept Secret/ The Secrets Between: Rahab's Words To The Two Israelite Spies She Met

In Canaan
relativism runs rampant especially amongst society's rued
repulsed and repressed rejected without a voice
ravaged by a life on the run without reward. A benevolent king would never
allow a woman under his rule to resort to selling her body relegating
her honor
to the past only. At the very least she would have economic opportunity
to the redeem the time
to make an honest living
rescue romance from self esteem ravaged and racked by guilt and men
who yield pregnancies unwanted thus perpetuating the risk a rousing
reflection of indifference. And there is a fire inside me burning when I cry
there is only ash, when men shove my face away during sex - legalized
rape - the spit from my mouth on their faces only soot
trickling with my intentional palpable remorse at being born into inequity
smoke of helpless desperation rises in my prayers for righteousness
my improbable aspirations to mother and nurse a child with love I never
received. Two strange men, representatives of dubious hope:
change the land
Foster honor, nobility, Truth. all our lives we have been lied to accepted
abuse, mistreatment, poor men dying of seizures untreated
privileged families stepping over them as the golden standard
of objective reasonableness
gods who do not listen to pleas for inner peace, only dictating intercourse
with beasts men who are the totem of the nightmare recurring
that never stops; to you I reach out
redefine goodness
in a harlot's world where those maligned die without burials open tombs of
scorn on the grass - a maggot's meal
show us sharing, a living wage, doctors who care and treat all equally
harbingers of healing
a place where woman are special, and the markets take pride in fair price
a kingdom where even animals have dignity where marriage is exalted and the chance afforded all - to love/(a God who cares)
for where I live, virtue and vice are conflated by the ruling class
to them
stalks of flax and hiding spies intending their demise is evil
but to me
it is the Supreme Good


(A sweet lie)



--------Joshua 2:1-8
And Joshua the son of Nun sent out of Shittim two men to spy secretly, saying, Go view the land, even Jericho. And they went, and came into an harlot's house, named Rahab, and lodged there. And it was told the king of Jericho, saying, Behold, there came men in hither to night of the children of Israel to search out the country. And the king of Jericho sent unto Rahab, saying, Bring forth the men that are come to thee, which are entered into thine house: for they be come to search out all the country. And the woman took the two men, and hid them, and said thus, There came men unto me, but I wist not whence they were: And it came to pass about the time of shutting of the gate, when it was dark, that the men went out: whither the men went I wot not: pursue after them quickly; for ye shall overtake them. But she had brought them up to the roof of the house, and hid them with the stalks of flax, which she had laid in order upon the roof. And the men pursued after them the way to Jordan unto the fords: and as soon as they which pursued after them were gone out, they shut the gate.

Seeking His Shelter

----------/Seeking His Shelter: 1 Kings and Things Ch. 5; Solomon's Silent Prayer Before Building the Temple


Mirth and mourning, love and birth hopeful reflection and supplications unstructured;
spiritually
we are wandering in a wilderness beneath the moon
brushing our anxious faces with white luminescent hue highlighting tension:
black and white the night sky juxtaposed with brightness hope unharnessed
The specter of a laggard legacy fleeing a spry dissipation,
wiped from memory.Tents and clouds nebulae against a culture stressed by sectarian strife strained shown swords slashing since scribes sung sadly seeking shelter somberly struggling silently staring screaming silhouettes down while dreaming, scared to move save suturing scabs from sinister whips in Egypt. Speculation's cold unfeeling embrace shunned, tired of uncertainty,
of a god in the ether unsure of his return and a tenuous tent
torched without a moment's notice from our borders
from which we are languishing
in resistance to lively pagan blood sacrifice and sanguine choruses
lauding lavish ceremonies with exorbitant amounts of sex and wine
and tender meats and spices, gorgeous, voluptuous women forbidden
to touch but so tempting to sacrifice our children for.
We cry for divinity with parameters, understandable in form we risk
weakness but we yearn for limitation
if that means we can indubitably know we are loved. That a priest
speaks from God through signs and wonders in our midst vindicated
promises of Moses and Abraham that we shall live forever
populous as the sands on the seashore
so we can marry and know you are there
and when a child is born we know you will protect him
when the nations enquire we can correct them saying
a lover never untrue
a king who never absconds

(this is his house - from which we shall never depart)

-----------/1 Kings 5:5;17-18
And, behold, I purpose to build an house unto the name of the Lord my God, as the Lord spake unto David my father, saying, Thy son, whom I will set upon thy throne in thy room, he shall build an house unto my name. And the king commanded, and they brought great stones, costly stones, and hewed stones, to lay the foundation of the house. And Solomon's builders and Hiram's builders did hew them, and the stonesquarers: so they prepared timber and stones to build the house.

Bully Beatdown (Biblically)

okay bullies! So you think you can denigrate me with abandon and escape any and all punitive measures? YOU SYSTEMATICALLY TRIED TO SABOTAGE MY SELF ESTEEM, WITH YOUR WORDS, YOUR SNICKERS, YOUR SIZABLE JEALOUSY, YOUR MACHINATIONS TO BRING ME PHYSICAL HARM. You, the mighty Babylon, the oppressors...your oppression short lived however, because God replenished the self esteem and confidence you ransacked. You think Im gonna let you ruin my destiny? Retaliation is not even in the cards, you have no class, all I have to do is sit back and revel in the spectacle of you spawning your own demise, killing your own selves with cruelty - corruption of your own souls, punks! So what I had cheerleader girlfriends, so what I got a blog and you dont? So what I can speak my mind and your mind is obfuscated unabashedly obtuse? What does that have to do with me...jealous covetous guy? GET YOUR OWN GIRL, DISCOVER YOUR OWN SPIRITUAL AND PHYSICAL GIFTS - GOD DAG! You feel me?

Mike Im calling you out, Carlton Im calling you out, Brian, Charles, Mike, ANTon, T.Rone, Dan, Greg, GERMoneey, Brad, Greg, B Hopkins, Steve, who else? Jeffrey, so many guys I dont even know the names of.... whatever....all you punks....I hope you make it to heaven or whatever, but I most longingly hope you burn first ! Purge away all your proclivities to bully people...HAA! Oh yeah, and all people who were racist to me before...HA!


----------/Im Glad There's A Purgatory Pt (1): Bully BeatDown

Me
A hapless man downtrodden sulking by rivers of reflection
refuge his respite, lonely and longing. Scars and brands from whips
(markings of subjugation)
longsword and bow the arsenal of callous students, coworkers, pseudo
friends the army service men of the most idolatrous governance.
Nebuchadnezzar informing harm susceptibility by the unintelligent
acquiescence without consideration: gangstas. Riding horses high
of haughtiness and bravado, leather armor crafted from conceit. Memories
by the banks, currents of torment while shackled by depression
onerous chains of insecurity impotent self esteem unable to break free
overtime, my hair like my will disheveled. Putrid breath elicits Snickering sinisterly sneering shouting sing a song - pretty boy, a subsequent punch in the hall, colluding masses to inflict mass assault captured in the field of battle of the poorly supervised school system of Maryland (at that time)
I was in Jerusalem with my own insecurities, chanting and humming hymns
sweet incense; (just trying to get by)attacked
(dragged by ears body limp blood profuse)
unexpectedly dashing in by darkness (moon veiled in cloud cover) and destroy the temple of my trust in humanity's general goodness,
heinous assailants. there was no stone of hope on top of stone
everything was razed everything then became paranoia
thinking as I walked to class "is everyone against me?"
you jeered and asked me to sing again when my soul lost its savor
you mocked me in church, scorned me at work
Recollections of Edom serene days conjuring up prayer then God was
my only reprieve. Elation on decatur street...
I knew then deep within redemption would come as I steadfast cherished
salvific streams in place of strenuous captivity
envisioning revenge
I knew in time you art to be destroyed happiest as I witness someone
reward thee as thou hast served
the Judge draws nigh doling those despondent awareness of curse.
reconstituted Temple....Jews freed I am thejesusmetaphor
you classless and base in society influence fading,
you do not matter anymore do you? In my mind I dasheth all your little
insults against me against stones. Giddy as in purgatory
you burn
well
Persian flames...torched

(then come the Maccabees of my indepence)


--------------/
Psalm 137:1-9
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy. Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof. O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.

A May-December Passover (Another Two-Fer!)

Man yall,I aint got too much to say bout dis! There is something so special and sophisticated about a mature, older woman!

Demi and Ashton I see you!
Jennifer Lopez and Casper Smart I see you!
Sam Levison Ellen Barkin I see you!

hollaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa



-----------------/The Passover Of May-December Relations : Tonight We Dine Tomorrow We Die

Melody, youre almost fifty but sexier than someone twenty five and I know this doesnt portend well
eventually
Jewish conventionality suggests rebels die and avant-garde surrender
to the Roman guard praetorian
spear of severe gossip
because you shan't date outside your demographic race, age, class
despite my best honestly
our only fate is crucifixion of romance our only destiny separation
three days of hard loss
only questions left in death's wake implying the miracles never happened
our mutuality of attraction fraudulent
but for now (at least in my imaginings) let us sing songs you resting
on my bosom the protracted stare we shared training was our passover
feast: candles
I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of fantasy.
(there we of course, kiss)
The subsequent dialogue about running was kneading dough, heart racing I raised it brake it closed my eyes and savored the moment like giving you of my body: remember the times we shared, as bread please. Likewise also the cup
of plausible reciprocation, palpable, if I made a pass, would be like erasing sins' past- a new covenant without the guilt and ravaged self esteem of
the law of Moses of dating girls my age administered by prissy Sadducees.
thinking of you is inebriation
blood of passion synchronistically pours down our mouths and cheeks.
Eternal life with a woman of maturity deep breaths beautiful beguilement
But behold the hand of him that betrayeth me is on the table, Judas
fear and a conscience formed by witnessing repeatedly blind conformity
goes forth colluding
to kill the dream
he drank ate but refuses to believe. And I left wistful the surrender worth
thirty silver pieces
only


-----(2)

We singing the last songs we'll ever sing hymns not a planned
dirge
because life is a feast if shared with friends. Blood and Wine Flesh
and Bread sharing memories of witnessing miracles
of coming into being perceiving the world as far grander than a prison
of itinerants with a wanderlust for joy tragically dying on the journey
contrarily a head on a bosom, a euphoric state of peace
a room prepared amidst commotion owning a colt and master
willing. Obedience of comrades helping....
Accepting betrayal as necessary dipping into the cup
feeding
our own worst fears dignified in introductions to death -always
Nails await. We all go sometime
necessarily


-------------/Luke 22:14-22
And when the hour was come, he sat down, and the twelve apostles with him. And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer: For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and said, Take this, and divide it among yourselves: For I say unto you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come. And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me. Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you. But, behold, the hand of him that betrayeth me is with me on the table. And truly the Son of man goeth, as it was determined: but woe unto that man by whom he is betrayed!

Losing Balance (Part 1 and 2, yall!!!)

-------------(1)/(A World) Losing Balance: The Third Station: Jesus Falls For The First Time


In the crucible of affliction fire burns ravenously upset
(a world fallen)
that its metal subject wont conform to its mold: dictated life. Hatred
is the blacksmith charged with supplying coals
Misunderstanding the miner likewise the ore; a soldier is trained
meticulously calloused after each stage to accept a worldview impartial
to Caesar and partial to life seething at missed chances at murder
apoplectic at inertia salivating for a dictate - spilled blood earning
virtue
and acclaim. The tips of spears, the jagged edges of a cat of nine tails
a madman's eyes in the reflection
his help-mate the wedding a flogging, the observed consummation:
blows of fists and a crown of briars flaying the head of a lunatic
Hailed by impetuses of gore, fomenters of inhumane brutal corporal
retaliation at (sometimes capricious) laws aimed at preserving
a cruel state
(of) cynical cheers rabble-rousers railing raucously at reproachable
crimes they have many times conceived in their heart, often lamenting
such harsh enforcement. Incited by wayward priests, duplicitous
sages of Mosaic law insecure. Their shameful susceptibility to the sly
seduction of Satan evidenced by their histrionics, disproportionate and
(and incongruent to the full teaching of Moses) aggressive objection
to the restoration of a man with a withered hand
or the casual carefree plucking of grains but these are sons of corruption
and murderers of prophets who promulgated a dystopia masked as
utopia - the high price of betrayal assessed at only 30 pieces of silver
Judas.....Esau
who preferred hedonism and pleasure to holding firmly patiently
to the promise of a peaceful life
like the nefarious denizens of the lost world contemporaneous with Noah
and water washed away their sins, but not completely ameliorating
the wicked human heart, just the prompt albeit temporary removal of leprosy
on God's creation idealized in Eden yet insouciantly transferred repossessed
by a recalcitrant who made the sun surly and his once fellow stars
sulk from the sky, plunging the world into the present malaise of darkness
but this is the void formless
and Adam trying to reconstitute the joy that was wrested from man
even the unruly crowds besetting
and its not so much the weight of the cross but the full awareness
of the intentions of the whole world conspiring against me in this moment
the onerous load of knowing that holiness is rebellion
a good man by his
very nature is soot, at the mention of his name black smoke rises
feting disobedience

(my knees buckle)



------------(2)

How do you sustain corruption when justice is demanding
the winds of outrage shift your weight. The sentence
of a seditionist shouldered but not fully accepted.
Whips
For maintaining innocence, spittle for remaining silent
before blood thirsty mobs. How do you walk gallantly
on terrain littered with rocks of deceit laid before you.
Women wail, you, leaning forward absorbing their emotional
weight catching a compassionate gaze tip
over
how do you reconcile right expectation with cruel reality you cant
you fall
an innocent man dies in place of celebratory deviant mobs
trying to walk without equilibrium
of sanity


(shifting axis of a world delirious crawling a sacrificial death)

Proxy

--------------/A Proxy: The Second Station: Jesus takes up his Cross - Jesus' Thoughts Before Lifting the Cross He Was To Be Crucified With


By this cross compulsive addicts cruelly often capriciously crushed
jeers in the air spittle in my hair sliding down
erstwhile heroic Roman soldiers devolved: corrupt callous compassionless
eyes that squint to ethics and fairness
my cheeks bruised from fists thrown fiercely with fury tears
from children confused by calamity caustic words from enslaved masses
from synagogues marching armed with epithets the whips
punctuating their words with the grief of those cognizant of their fates:
ghastly - grimacing in gruesome pits of abandon -Abaddon stoking the fire
of hell with the souls of these condemned spewing venom of insecurity.
scorching and
blazing of men's consciousnesses. A burden too heavy for prostitutes
to bear
stricken by shameful solitude and nightmares of worthlessness the gambler
evades my gaze, chronic sweats the proud and haughty who heckle the haggard poor flee the light of truth, adulterers abdicate.
Who can carry the angst of generations...in their baseness too weakened
and without a shred of dignity on (beams of wood and bloody)?
These outward emanations fruit borne of a wicked seed sown, not the will
of a father but a derelict denying his duty to love, a levite losing his faith
and a sacrifice superficially offered smoke of insincerity rising to heaven a repugnant stench
submitted, by the Father then summarily spurned; hatred of the holy (One)
essentially
compounded
by the indisputable innate and self evident truth of justice's beauty found
in the clouds and the lush green foliage in spring
and the serenity of a snowfall in winter a man stepping on it for the first time
pensively reflecting on past years
acquiescing that his misdeeds have sullied her
they all inwardly seek someone with strength enough to set them free
for the sake of lasting joy to take their sin and walk with it


----------/Matthew 27:27-32
Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the common hall, and gathered unto him the whole band of soldiers. And they stripped him, and put on him a scarlet robe. And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews! And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head. And after that they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him, and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him.

My Death, With Dignity

-----------/My Death, With Dignity - First Station: Jesus is condemned to death (Jesus Thoughts As He Is Condemned to Die)

I close my eyes my soul stands on steps of injustice rendered and
before throngs. I think about my Mother, sisters and brothers left
back home
dismayed behind damaged, dolorous doors, dour. huddling, shivering dreadfully before whats left of a diminutive candle burning. Baptized
in the Jordan submerged in fears, a sea of critical expectation holding my breath eliciting concern of my drowning, paused for insecurity pondering
existence and purpose
arising drenched hair draping my forehead veiling my eyes my fingers part
I see the crowd "Let him be crucified" before Pilate incensed and crazed
I close my eyes again (to escape: the yelling pierces my ears)
the Spirit descends on me like a dove a voice thundering "your life is not
one lived in vain" Barabbas is not a man but a paradigm of the fallen
preferring wickedness to virtue into their bosom, the latter bound
and stripped beaten and mocked. As an adolescent of twelve flanked by Pharisees Sadducees (and the requisite general vagabond wanderer -
symbolic of the natural inquisitiveness of all souls) preaching repentance
posing the question of freedom, true and unadulterated met with
positive assertions of adherence to Mosaic Law, unbroken,
uncompromised...and I contest...but Pilate asks does this merit death silence and awe awaiting a verdict, then blaringly I hear my parents' voices in the raucous tumult "his blood be on us and our children.....where have you been Jesus, all this time we have sought after you"
confusion, apoplexy at things misunderstood . my heart races
yet it is my Father's business not the Law that begets Salvation
love opposed to duty
a path fraught with adversity, trial and testing
Golgotha, heaven's gatekeeper a crucifix mine attendant guiding my path
and everyone who comes after (the whole world)
and all these axioms were taught by John the Baptist but
before the masses I stand - a testament to a life purposefully and well lived


--------------/
Matthew 27:22-38
Pilate saith unto them, What shall I do then with Jesus which is called Christ? They all say unto him, Let him be crucified. And the governor said, Why, what evil hath he done? But they cried out the more, saying, Let him be crucified. When Pilate saw that he could prevail nothing, but that rather a tumult was made, he took water, and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it. Then answered all the people, and said, His blood be on us, and on our children. Then released he Barabbas unto them: and when he had scourged Jesus, he delivered him to be crucified. Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the common hall, and gathered unto him the whole band of soldiers. And they stripped him, and put on him a scarlet robe. And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews! And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head. And after that they had mocked him, they took the robe off from him, and put his own raiment on him, and led him away to crucify him. And as they came out, they found a man of Cyrene, Simon by name: him they compelled to bear his cross. And when they were come unto a place called Golgotha, that is to say, a place of a skull, They gave him vinegar to drink mingled with gall: and when he had tasted thereof, he would not drink. And they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, They parted my garments among them, and upon my vesture did they cast lots. And sitting down they watched him there; And set up over his head his accusation written, THIS IS JESUS THE KING OF THE JEWS.

I Friggin Tebowed While Playing Kant in Chess Yall!

--------/

[Tony and Immanuel Kant sit on tenuous maggot infested wooden seats opposite each other in a frumpish malodorous tavern between a chess board. Uproarious heckling, and bombastic, jarring general carousing surround them on all sides. This is 18th century Prussia, the weekend just having freshly arrived to greet all denizens, especially those with a predilection for vice. Various second tier oil paintings adorn the walls of the small venue, as the frequent sounds of horse hooves approaching and simultaneously departing introduce the patron with the concomitant fecal smells mentioned earlier. The mostly masculine clientele amuse themselves with tawdry tales of prostitutes and war, while a select few, Tony and Immanuel joining their ranks, abide their time with board games and scintillating conversation. As the waitress has yet to arrive, all food and drink must be forcefully requested until, and accordingly, Tony has not yet been afforded the honor to eat. The chess pieces are set and ready for use, though neither player has commenced any game activity as of yet.]


Tony: Yo dawg, Im jive like hungry dawg.

Immanuel: Alas, that problem is self wrought my friend. Just yell out and you shall most pleasantly be accommodated (snickering)!

Tony: Funny, funny, philosopher boy. If you wasnt my nigga, I wouldnt even be here in this joint, for real for reelz!

Immanuel (with a deadpan stare): I most certainly am not a "nigga"

Tony (nervously):....okkaaaaay! (emphatically) Mr. I dont listen to gangsta rap, cuz Im too good to socialize with the homies...!

Immanuel (befuddled): ...?

Tony: Forget it son, now back to this game son, Im bout to whip that ash son! Ashes from a fireplace that is!

Immanuel (wearily proceeding in dialogue):....right....now you agree that if I win, you will stop assailing the dignity of my intellect with your fallacious assertion that you KNOW there is a God?!

Tony:.....? whuuuuttt!!!! son, we ALL KNOW there is a God, just ask my man Mitt Romney!!

Immanuel: Who?

Tony:.... Mitt Romney, you bozo, dont feign naivete!

Immanuel (confused):....right.....

Tony: Man, boy, this right here is the US of A, my nigg- OOPS! I mean my man, and round these parts we like our burgers big, our women beautiful and blonde, and our Presidents, Mormon!

Immanuel: oohhhh! George Washington, like him you mean?

Tony:....you old senior citizen piece of....ahem! back to this game son! My move first! (Tony moves his pawn to F3)

Immanuel (giddy with cynical laughter at Tony's move): but ahem! back to the matter at hand - Facts have nothing to do with religion, my friend. No one indeed will be able to boast that he knows that there is a God and a future life.

Tony (looks up from the board):..what? how you gonna say dat, son? You disrespectin my Jesus, son!

Immanuel (spirited in his reply): Listen Tony, listen closely. Any philosophy I espouse you must make certain to dispel any ambiguity or heresay from..you can have Jesus...I passionately affirm his role as a moral leader...that is not my gripe. My grousing originates in the slave mentality that has bound my countrymen and threatens to shackle them again....namely blind adherence to any paradigm without rigorous critique or use of reason. The Clergy tell you not to argue against dogma, but dont you see that this restricts freedom?

Tony (growing agitated): HOLD UP! HOLD UP! [Tony stands] AM I GONNA HAVE TO BUSS YOU IN YO HEAD????

Immanuel: Im sorry, I dont understand your passionate, albeit unintelligible babble. As I stated before, God is unknowable simply because knowledge cannot reach beyond human experience and our experience is confined to the natural world. To every absolute theory (such as unequivocally stating there is a God or a soul) any contrarian viewpoint can be put forth, and we have no way of verifying either claim. We can have understanding only of ordinary objects of nature, that is the only acceptable necessity, and there is no objective reality independent of human understanding. We know the world as it appears, and there can be no knowledge of the ultimate character or essence of it, anything else is purely speculative. So back to Jesus, yeah he was a great teacher and leader, but his eternal life in heaven with God presently...? Purely speculative.

Tony (incredulously, yelling so all the patrons can hear): THIS FOOL DONE LOST HIS MIND YALL! THIS BAMMA SAYIN THE WORLD JUST SPRUNG UP ON ITS OWN, AND THAT GOD DIDNT CREATE IT...OF COURSE THERE IS A GOD HOMEBOY! LOOK AT THE WORLD...HOW IT GET HERE SON HOW IT GET HERE??
[Tony is beginning to foam at the mouth]

Immanuel (with aplomb): listen, like I said...no ambiguity...I never denied causality...there may indeed be an unmoved mover...as Aquinas says...but this being doesnt necessarily or absolutely have to be a God. We can prove later on that something else created the world...right? We just dont know yet, so we can stick with the evidence we have...think of Copernicus! Listen, I will grant you God okay...? I can limit reason to make room for faith...

Tony (beside himself with disdain): Limit reason??? what the fu..?

Immanuel (with a stern expression): now now, Tony, calm down! Like I said, the assumption of God and immortality is not permissible because there is no transcendental insight, i.e. no recognition of how we are conscious of what we are conscious of, into claims of certitude like that in the material world. You are speaking of God...a supernatural...or metaphyiscal being existing in a physical world...now if I can borrow your expression..."what the fu.."

[Tony stands up to swing a punch at Kant, before the bartender orders two burly men to mediate the chess match lest it get too contentious]

Immanuel (moving his pawn to E5): Listen, God is a postulation....necessity can not be treated independently of human reality....you are no rationalist, Im assured Tony...(snickering again)

Tony (breathing heavily, though calming down): Maaaan, all I know is that by faith I know my man Jesus exists! (Tony Tebows)

Immanuel (curious about Tebowing): what in tarnation are you doing? This is not Mass...get up young lad!....but...again we are speaking on two different planes of reality...I cede you Jesus...the man...but we are speaking on God. Listen, the world is a product of our own reason, we musnt just recklessly believe objects just exist! God is a synthetic, not analytical truth...beyond the realm of rationality and reason and science...okay? Our rule of understanding shapes and designs our world, bro. Show me God in the natural world, and I'll believe! Existence is not a predicate! Prove it! Show me sensible datum, using pure scientific method that corresponds to demonstrable sensible evidence for God!

Tony (obstinately): JESUS, JESUS, JESUS! (Tony moves his pawn to G4)

Immanuel (sighing): and here I thought we would get something accomplished....(Immanuel moves his Queen to H4) CHECK MATE. Burly men, get this clown out here!!! (Immanuel waves his hand at Tony dismissively)

Tony (as the burly men carry him out): NOOOOO!! DANG YOU IMMANUEL KANNNNNTTTT!!!!! YOU HAVENT HEARD THE LAST OF ME DAWG!




(My notes.......backstage pass into this work yall!!!)



transcendental how are we conscious not what we are conscious of

knowledge ordered by our understanding
causality for example
scientst never assume events happen for no reason
modes of thought only valid for objects that appear to us in natural
ordinary

critical principles..God
assumption of God, imoortalty not permissible...no transcendant insight
scientific insight cannot ggrrasp God
"limit reason to make room for faith"
religion no rational enquiry
postulate the existence of God
such a being necessarily exists...no modest expression to a hypothesis...laying claim to certainty
concept of necessity found in reason as a condition of thought
necessity can not be treated independent of human reality
material things...real and appearance in thouhght

world product of our own reason - musnt believe objects just out there

rule of understanding shape and design world

knowledge cannot reach beyond human experience and our experience is confined to natural world'

Religion consists of morality, for which Jesus had the highest moral perfection, rational faith, the faith of duty to man not dogma, practical reason

God is unknowable

To every thesis on absolute nature of the material universe, an equally plausible antithesis may be opposed. Pure reason alone we cannot attain a absolute knowledge of the material universe, belief in God is specualtive. Causality can imply a creator but not God

God is a synthetic, not analytical truth

Clergy tell you not to argue, but believe, this restricts freedom! Absurd Divine right to rule...no, only rule by consensus



noumenal

Kant Vs Cont-i Part One Y'all!!! Who won???

-------/Kant Vs Cont-i (Pt.1) Touched @ Mass

The rusty nail that pierced your hand winces my transcendental
mind conceives the unwillingness but also the insistence
of the Roman guard, his very hammer agonizingly braced for impact
heard around the world you scream (deafeningly)
in all prayers. I kneel before the crucifix, the Host entering. The resurrection anesthetized martyrs pain shedding blood before stiff necked lions recalcitrant to the promise of manna growls when I hear the church organ
supplanting the choir.
Thunder and piercing graves split open while the dead walk
during the liturgical readings
whispers of hope wrested from the bosom of melancholy so never give up
dialogue that influenced words penned in the book of life we silently
reverently
listen to. the apostles huddled in a room, touching His flesh lanced
exchanging greetings at the exchange of peace, a stately blond becomes
a disheveled frightened middle aged man running frantically evading
the Jews. I musnt doubt now.
And the angelic hosts flank the aisle, formation for redemption hoards throng
not for issues of blood, or sons who hurl themselves
burning in fire
then steaming in water, all alone mute but bellowing for emancipation
but
treading steadily before the Host raised I kneel two angels
bewildering me why do I stare....Jesus is raised to Life like he said
now go and make disciples teaching them all you received
from this wine from this bread now flesh and blood consumed
this new life that beckons from deathly remorse
in my car sitting, ignition started I drive off:
Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria to all the ends of the earth heralding
the proclamation that God is an a priori synthetic truth, Kant
seen, touched by all (every Sunday)
turning the transcendental mind toward Divinity empirically
he lives




------------/1 John 1:1-5
That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, of the Word of life; For the life was manifested, and we have seen it, and bear witness, and shew unto you that eternal life, which was with the Father, and was manifested unto us; That which we have seen and heard declare we unto you, that ye also may have fellowship with us: and truly our fellowship ] is[ with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ.And these things write we unto you, that your joy may be full. This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.

Katherine Heigl, I Love You So Much, I Await Your Rescue Of My Debased, Trodden Heart

-------------/Katherine Heigl: My Savior Very Near (I Hope)

Katherine, baby,
my heart is a holy and beautiful house like a nation whose identity
strained famished for redemption and retribution for its assailants is
burned up with fire of loneliness, sweet whispers and caresses from
girls
(a squadron of erstwhile enemy troops doling out materials to reconstruct
love, a temple to worship Mystery -of you and me: together: captives freed)
non existent, laid waste with longing to be accepted not spurned for a kiss
yet to be returned (to Israel)
from your lips, oh, to stroke that blonde hair that from a pin you let loose
the couch sitting, giggling girlishly at Jay Leno's overtures blatant
studio audience over you fawning boyishly
is like the heavens rent, that the mountains might flow down at its presence
weakest of knees (mine)
your ET red carpet picture gallery is melted fire that burneth
my zeal boiling as water. neither ear have heard or eye have seen
the earnestness the angst I bear within - you a celebrity
me a debt ridden unclean thing, attempts at wooing you nothing but
a filthy rag....my righteousness: my wish a woman so statuesque
could reciprocate my fondness with marriage, tears of joy
rightful.....fading as a leaf, probabilities of seeing you smile at me
wind swept. Katherine
(Im just a perp who repeatedly enacts injustice, barely middle class)
dont hide your face at my poem, dont deal with me as my iniquity suggests
you see, my soul, my spirit, my dreams my
holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation
without you
I am asking you to fall in love with me to restore my dignity...please
end the diaspora in lieu of this
will you hold your peace, and afflict my feelings very sore?
make your name known amongst all the silly girls that turned me down
nations that (will) tremble at your presence



-----------Isaiah 64
Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence, As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence! When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence. For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him. Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved. But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities. But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people. Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation. Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste. Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

Hourglass Healings

-----------/Acts Chronicles 19 (Pt 1/3): Healing By The Hourglass -The Thoughts Of Paul On Curing The Sick In Asia

Dew on grass is heaven's memorial shrine to blood
sacrifice in the name of our God fleeting morning myst
meritoriously mentions each martyr
by name
accompanied but dissipated by noon though denigrated
by no means however mercifully the Sun burns away their pained memories
while droplets plucked from grass moisten my fingertips
like a tear wiped from my eye staring
at the transference of lights a divers array of
dire darkness and light lively meeting and colluding and compulsorily albeit wearily sharing soft salutations
like averse war generals resigned to honor a preordained treaty
riding in on horses
exchanging duties adjuring all lachrymose languishing lifeless
men to arise and chase after light lest the moon supersede your passion
before the Time. Body tremors at night, spasmodic convulsing dreaming
sweat profuse eyes wide shut restless sleeping I worry
often
about the fallen, the ill and the spirits savagely separate from hope
humbly holding fast to even the slimmest of optimism especially
in cases most severe blindness leprosy and stillborn children
animate my dreams in servile states groveling for help even my
handkerchief (used for hygiene) hunkers down even my aprons aim to assist
while we all still can
let us be saints like our forefathers



----------------/
Acts 19:8-12
And he went into the synagogue, and spake boldly for the space of three months, disputing and persuading the things concerning the kingdom of God. But when divers were hardened, and believed not, but spake evil of that way before the multitude, he departed from them, and separated the disciples, disputing daily in the school of one Tyrannus. And this continued by the space of two years; so that all they which dwelt in Asia heard the word of the Lord Jesus, both Jews and Greeks. And God wrought special miracles by the hands of Paul: So that from his body were brought unto the sick handkerchiefs or aprons, and the diseases departed from them, and the evil spirits went out of them.

K.Y. (Red Shoed Girl) Dont Diss My Technicolor Dreamcoat Baby!

Man yall, I dont mean to belabor the point - you know, HOW DIS FINE GIRL IN THE RED SHOES DIDNT REQUITE MY ONSLAUGHT OF ROMANTIC ATTRACTION TO HER - but alas, I need to say one more thing. Was it because of my bad dancing to the Macarena? Baby girl, did my multi-colored coat of poor rhythm earn your disdain?? Come on KY, dont throw me into a barren, destitute pit of your rejection just cuz of THAAAAATTT!!! Girlie, you so fine girlie, come on gurrrrrrrlllllll! Give me another chance, babes! I'll keep my coat off if it pleases you?

behold this dreamer cometh

--------------/K.Y. I Guess You Didnt Like My Cool Coat Did You? (Epiphany Party 2012 pt2)

In love and matters of the heart perception is all, indulgent imagination
whispers me to sleep dreaming of hopes subjugated before my expectation
sheaves bowing before me: Sheath and sun and moon
prostrate the world assiduously ascribing to my aspiring (I want you)
a coat of many colors is you and I dancing Macarena
bequeathed by the father of laxity lighthearted and blithe
before your scrutiny laid bare, senile, sagging skin out of touch
you gnashing teeth desert sands of hatred jealous of the
disparities of brash youth and naiveté juxtaposed with mature sensibility
a girl who moves like Jagger...me not so much
I see flocks in Shechem as a bonding mechanism - a DJ's playlist a catalyst
to be near you
to ingratiate my heart to yours but my futility is seen by all wandering
in the field, your body is beside mine but your mind with a new guy Dothan
but I will chase you there
(here comes this dreamer full of grandiose untenable fantasy)
Reuben is your machinations on cutting this night short
perhaps an evil sharp fanged beast of disassociation will be famished
your laconic responses to my chatter a pit in the wilderness
empty bereft of food and water dire
you were nice enough not to shed my blood (ignore me completely)
limitations of time are like Ishmeelites willing to make a quick profit
a band of traders is this evening drawing to a close
camels, horses and spices of memories treading down the road of years
my propositions unheralded you walk away never coming back. Judah
is my last indignity suffered as you dance with a potential beau as I depart
worth gold to you but me
only twenty pieces of silver dragged to Egypt




---------/
Genesis 37:1-4, 13-28
And Jacob dwelt in the land wherein his father was a stranger, in the land of Canaan. These are the generations of Jacob. Joseph, being seventeen years old, was feeding the flock with his brethren; and the lad was with the sons of Bilhah, and with the sons of Zilpah, his father's wives: and Joseph brought unto his father their evil report. Now Israel loved Joseph more than all his children, because he was the son of his old age: and he made him a coat of many colours. And when his brethren saw that their father loved him more than all his brethren, they hated him, and could not speak peaceably unto him. And Israel said unto Joseph, Do not thy brethren feed the flock in Shechem? come, and I will send thee unto them. And he said to him, Here am I. And he said to him, Go, I pray thee, see whether it be well with thy brethren, and well with the flocks; and bring me word again. So he sent him out of the vale of Hebron, and he came to Shechem. And a certain man found him, and, behold, he was wandering in the field: and the man asked him, saying, What seekest thou? And he said, I seek my brethren: tell me, I pray thee, where they feed their flocks. And the man said, They are departed hence; for I heard them say, Let us go to Dothan. And Joseph went after his brethren, and found them in Dothan. And when they saw him afar off, even before he came near unto them, they conspired against him to slay him. And they said one to another, Behold, this dreamer cometh. Come now therefore, and let us slay him, and cast him into some pit, and we will say, Some evil beast hath devoured him: and we shall see what will become of his dreams. And Reuben heard it, and he delivered him out of their hands; and said, Let us not kill him. And Reuben said unto them, Shed no blood, but cast him into this pit that is in the wilderness, and lay no hand upon him; that he might rid him out of their hands, to deliver him to his father again. And it came to pass, when Joseph was come unto his brethren, that they stript Joseph out of his coat, his coat of many colours that was on him; And they took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was empty, there was no water in it. And they sat down to eat bread: and they lifted up their eyes and looked, and, behold, a company of Ishmeelites came from Gilead with their camels bearing spicery and balm and myrrh, going to carry it down to Egypt. And Judah said unto his brethren, What profit is it if we slay our brother, and conceal his blood? Come, and let us sell him to the Ishmeelites, and let not our hand be upon him; for he is our brother and our flesh. And his brethren were content. Then there passed by Midianites merchantmen; and they drew and lifted up Joseph out of the pit, and sold Joseph to the Ishmeelites for twenty pieces of silver: and they brought Joseph into Egypt.

Pharaoh With The Hour Glass Figure

So listen here, folks: This weekend past I was at the Epiphany Party 2012, a Catholic singles' formal dinner and dance sponsored by the Archdiocese of Washington held in Wheaton, Maryland, busy crushing on this siren of a girl in red shoes! Let me tell you, fellas, the women at this party were so searing hot that they made a (Christian) brotha want to get down on his knees before them and crack open his Bible! Good God! I wanted to start at Genesis! You know??!! Ya dig? And I wanted to read these babes straight through to the end of Revelation! UHNNN! With a large dose of THAT SONG OF SOLOMON, UH-HUH! CAN I GET AN AMEN!!?? Man, these girls were off the Rosary chain, fam! But yeah, this girl in the red shoes wore me out-ah! I mean, sheesh! The way she moved....she got the mooo-oooves like Jagger!!!
But alas, I tried to talk to her and she only gave me the barest of responses...perhaps shes dating an NFL linemen...who would beat me into a pulp! Homer Simpson: D'OH!!!!! Dang, girl, Dang guhl...u so fine guhl....why CANT I GET A DATE WITH DA GIRL IN THE RED SHOES AT THE EPIPHANY PARTY 2012!!! She was soooooo pretty! SWEET MOSES! BITTER PHARAOH!!!

LADY IN RED (SHOES) WHERE YOU BE AT??? LOVE ME BABY GIRL LOVE ME!!!

-------------/Lady in Red, Why Aint You Let My Singleness Go? (Epiphany Party 2012 Pt 1)

Singleness...the remedial parochial task of straw and brick
the Sun
scorching induced tear stinging blurred vision. encumbered
even if the straw of trite pat responses of sympathy are provided
by relatives, friends and societal trends with whips of nagging;
angst
scars on biceps memories of jilted forays
the strain of lifting exacerbated when dichotomized against imagination
relaxed rumination on relieved reverent repose
released (one day) from enslavement
a pyramid to crystalize your magnificence hoping one day our silhouettes-
loom large hand in hand at the base, surveyed by the stars
sanguine -
inspire foreign travelers, neophytes to love
three minutes on the dance floor like three days in the wilderness
my palpitating heart an oblation on the altar raised above
raging passion flames
lust smoke
kiss me lest my despondency is pestilence, my heartbreak is a sword
Yahweh's remorse
let my pessimism go like a people desirous of life without taskmasters
lady in the red shoes cruel despot unvarnished
aloof - continued oppression this time sans the standard sympathy
curt conversation, unreciprocated interest smiles feigned after Macarena
sentenced to strain without aide to pick straw:
my only consolation
I wished to hold a feast to our romantic potential just a few moments
from loneliness - my burden by no means reduced your affection for me
idle




--------------/Exodus 5:1-9
Afterward Moses and Aaron went and said to Pharaoh, "Thus says the LORD, the God of Israel, 'Let my people go, that they may hold a feast to me in the wilderness.'" But Pharaoh said, "Who is the LORD, that I should obey his voice and let Israel go? I do not know the LORD, and moreover, I will not let Israel go." Then they said, "The God of the Hebrews has met with us. Please let us go a three days' journey into the wilderness that we may sacrifice to the LORD our God, lest he fall upon us with pestilence or with the sword." But the king of Egypt said to them, "Moses and Aaron, why do you take the people away from their work? Get back to your burdens." And Pharaoh said, "Behold, the people of the land are now many, and you make them rest from their burdens!" The same day Pharaoh commanded the taskmasters of the people and their foremen, "You shall no longer give the people straw to make bricks, as in the past; let them go and gather straw for themselves. But the number of bricks that they made in the past you shall impose on them, you shall by no means reduce it, for they are idle. Therefore they cry, 'Let us go and offer sacrifice to our God.' Let heavier work be laid on the men that they may labor at it and pay no regard to lying words."

Bianca, Your Glory...Please?

Man, yall, I was just about to write about the Epiphany Party 2012 sponsored by the Archdiocese of Washington, DC before I had a dream about Bianca!!! Peruse back a few months of my postings, and you will see this is the same one who had me so smitten with her that I crashed my car the next day!!! Man! What could this all mean? Dont worry, I gotz lotz to write bout that Epiphany Party and my girl KateY, but suffer with me through dis one, fam! Why Bianca dont love me back, yall?????

-----------/Bianca, Your Face In A Dream

Bianca, baby when you left DC for out West somewhere:
a people left walking on hot sands beneath
the sweltering scorching summer sun whereas sandals
of consolation
were rendered silly begging redress
I left Egypt of my despairing over rejection by hot babes chasing
after dreams of milk and honey - your love and your smile
but you distanced yourself from your people, your tent of meeting
inaccessible
far removed from my voice, expectations of receiving a kiss
but constrained to worship face towards the ground
reaching toward your memory in a pillar of cloud
lips quivering crying for joy at the miraculous attraction I had for you
the Red Sea parting the theology on tap series
Pharaoh of pessimism on the opposite shore groaning: me falling for you
I just want to talk to you
again
bask in your dark features again, batting your eyes
and I know of a woman's right to choose to show mercy on whom
she will show mercy and grace on those she confers grace
but only visit DC again soon - the cleft of a rock
passing by disallowed to see your face, let me watch the license plate
(if I have found your favor)
of your car driving away at least
my settled Glory....the Most High granting souls' rest



------------/Exodus 33:14-23
And he said, "My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest." And he said to him, "If your presence will not go with me, do not bring us up from here.
For how shall it be known that I have found favor in your sight, I and your people? Is it not in your going with us, so that we are distinct, I and your people, from every other people on the face of the earth?" And the LORD said to Moses, "This very thing that you have spoken I will do, for you have found favor in my sight, and I know you by name." Moses said, "Please show me your glory." And he said, "I will make all my goodness pass before you and will proclaim before you my name 'The LORD.' And I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will show mercy on whom I will show mercy. But," he said, "you cannot see my face, for man shall not see me and live." And the LORD said, "Behold, there is a place by me where you shall stand on the rock and while my glory passes by I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and I will cover you with my hand until I have passed by. Then I will take away my hand, and you shall see my back, but my face shall not be seen."

Malchus - Katy Perry, Help Me Get Over Erin!

*dedicated to Katy Perry, The One That Got Away

Click and watch Katy sing it yall!!!!

Man, yall cats think I be tripping out about that girl Jennifer (I do), Melody, Babs, Anne, Leen, which is all true. But man, in an alternate reality I would be totally sated if I could have sunk my romantic teeth into Erin, the babe of my dreams that got away - like my gurl Katy Perry said



---------------/Malchus (Erin) - Me Maimed

Erin, baby, like a whirlwind (it seems)
I found myself in Gethsemane's glorious gilded garden alternately gory
and ghastly
(the gallant ground I stood on for grading my affections for you
with green foliage of good looking girls all around- my school)
accompanied by myriad reasons to love you like a mad malevolent mob
rounded up by my manifold meditations of us making love
I wont lie, I found [and still do] your butt:
beguiling
your brilliant blond hair prone in wind to billowing and blue eyes beautiful:
enchanting. thats why I brought
torches of passion flaming when I met you heeding the voice of the traitor,
weapons of wanton wily expectation of winning you over wildly
seduced by the words of the insurrectionist to set my heart on you
belying the fact that you never showed me any particular interest;
that you might even have a boyfriend,
Judas that jealous jerk unjust, jaded - my subconscious mind morose
from being single, and recently losing my girlfriend at Loyola Baltimore
your expression when I used to stare at you (in your spandex shorts)
was a man pursued partially vexed posing a poignant question:
Whom seek ye?
yet whenever I was your in presence, despite my boldness
like always
I went backward and fell to the ground (went back to my dorm)
in timidity. I wanted to seize you, strong-arm, and make you selfishly mine
(make you love me miserably whether you had a man or not)
but all I could muster was feigned intimidation, confidence, control, cool
detachment though really desperate inside
picking up my weapons and torches quickly off the ground
resuming the perfunctory snide searing snarls of an armed mob
though unable to advance
your innocence, genuine goodness disarmed me
cleverly cut my conscience to the quick
whilst your righteous regard of your respectful boyfriend
Peter
unsheathed his sword slashed my ear
an indictment of my disdainful dereliction of duty to listen to reason
sense and sensibility when pursuing a girl already spoken for
tormenting my threatening truculence blood of remorse
gushing,
life from my soul languishing and laden
let your nobility and honor, et al, the rest of your disciples of virtue and righteousness depart
you asked me that none be hurt by my lust, seeing my sincere sulking
and suffering
reaching out touching my ear you offered me healing, conciliatory
compassion contingent on me
hearing, and honoring you and your beau
you offered me your friendship on Facebook
whilst I let you walk away
you went on to fulfill your destiny

(me dazed, staring stupefied)

---------/John 18:3-13
Judas then, having received a band of men and officers from the chief priests and Pharisees, cometh thither with lanterns and torches and weapons. Jesus therefore, knowing all things that should come upon him, went forth, and said unto them, Whom seek ye? They answered him, Jesus of Nazareth. Jesus saith unto them, I am he. And Judas also, which betrayed him, stood with them. As soon then as he had said unto them, I am he, they went backward, and fell to the ground. Then asked he them again, Whom seek ye? And they said, Jesus of Nazareth. Jesus answered, I have told you that I am he: if therefore ye seek me, let these go their way: That the saying might be fulfilled, which he spake, Of them which thou gavest me have I lost none. Then Simon Peter having a sword drew it, and smote the high priest's servant, and cut off his right ear. The servant's name was Malchus. Then said Jesus unto Peter, Put up thy sword into the sheath: the cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it? Then the band and the captain and officers of the Jews took Jesus, and bound him, And led him away to Annas first; for he was father in law to Caiaphas, which was the high priest that same year.

Luke 22:48-51
But Jesus said unto him, Judas, betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss? When they which were about him saw what would follow, they said unto him, Lord, shall we smite with the sword? And one of them smote the servant of the high priest, and cut off his right ear. And Jesus answered and said, Suffer ye thus far. And he touched his ear, and healed him.