Nights.

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Vampire, werewolf, or not, I do love the night.  The quiet, the shadow, the cool.  Just shadow, as I see.  There are few nights I cannot see well enough, even with just starlight, for minor activities.  There is more to it, I sense.  Something about most local minds being rested in pillows so as to not crowd the the mind space.  Whether that is a real artifact or a thing garnered from actual knowledge and then incepted into my lore matters little.  It affects me similarly.

It is a cooler night.  Even if the temp and all is the same, the radiation heat is missing due to it having been partly cloudy.  Another artifact or lore, again, matters little.  Nor, really, do I care why something works, so long as I know how to take advantage of it.  Science has only slightly improved since the great Grecian natural philosophers.  It, as an institution, is still usually wrong.  If anything, it merely cares less piled onto believing in itself more.  The newest religion, trying to take the credentials of it's parent, the Catholic Church, and go on a moral spending spree.  A prodigal conservatory, it will never become a real new religion, it has no heart, merely a want to be free of the very thing it says it seeks.  Yes, it does take one to know one... or makes it far easier.  I have simply come to my wits a bit quicker.  I know my place, but not from brute force or I would be an academic, but from coming to wisdom...  Or, Wisdom, really.

Funny how it is such a simple thing.  Knowing you can't know, do, or be all.  Knowing your flesh will fail.  We all know these things but some refuse to trust that there is One who does know and won't, can't, fail.  More so, the promise is that we will become like Him, being literally, and in all ways actually, children of that Creature.  So fearful of not being right here, we can easily use hubris and ego to push through the reality of the forest in search of a living tree, any tree, and be so surprised when we are falling over logs and branches sprinting to a finish line we have already crossed.  Some choose to finally see, some choose to race on, bruised, battered, and never able to get where they are going because they are already there.  While faith is a gift, I still dither about whether that is required to see.  I think it is the Holy Spirit that is required.  And what is required to receive the Holy Spirit is a knee in humility to the fact that we don't know.  Then... then faith can take root.  Then the gift is given to the measure it is deemed necessary.  We choose whether to open ourselves to the gift.  This has bothered me, due to a probable earlier misconception... that being that faith was required first.

Of course, scientists have faith.  They merely squander it on the flesh.  The flesh, as I have indicated in many ways, is doomed forever.  And a damn good thing at that.  The decaying, dying, of the flesh we currently inhabit is a great good, for it has failed.  Yes, yes!  Without God the right thing is death.  Seeing this make modern liberalism absolutely correct.  It is why despite denying it, to their last breath often, they foment governments that murder their citizens, open up genocide by denying poorer people the ability to grow their own food as we do or prevent disease as we have, allowing mothers to murder their own babies even inciting that, and suggesting the old and infirm commit suicide or have doctors, or governments, "make the hard choices".  Without God there is only death.  And death is, to such a mind, preferable to pain, any pain... or expense if medicating that pain costs a liberal a nickle.  If you learn to endure, even celebrate, the pains of life, you will come to God.  Oddly enough, it is God who stands against pain and death like no other.  All theories, competing theories, really... competing philosophies, theologies.  Interesting.  When you step back a bit it is easy to see which one is true and which ones are false.  Use science if you must, use your own two eyes if you can, use your mind if you are truly brave.  By their fruits, among many other things.  A wisdom far older than the bible, that last.  Certainly codified by it though, among many other things.

Why all this, tonight?  Could be the moon.  It might be the stars.  I simply think it is because it was seen, recently, in a number of... events.  Wonderful to see God speak through quite uninvolved means.  The patterns are there.  Once you can hear and see you will often not be able to not see and hear.

Strange.  I am quite sure some of the people from my past would be utterly shocked to read this, and some of my other works.  They knew who and what I was.  They loved me as the world loves winners, conquerors, and such.  They thought I had the world by the ass.  Even after becoming ill I was still a master, to my mind, of my domain.  And for their part in it all, I was a sort of king.  They would have no way of seeing how I could have surrendered my freedoms.  It would be difficult to explain that I was neither free, or that I surrendered nothing.  In gaining faith...  I finally won.  I lost nothing, gained everything, and did it by releasing the guaranteed failure of being one's own.  Somehow I am now more free and my own and more in command than I ever could have been.  Very strange.  But I couldn't explain it to those who believe in flesh.  It is a singular path to go from one to the other and some don't have it in them.

Never mind, just... scrambling eggs and whipping up a sauce to put on them.  Hmm... though... now I'm hungry!  Word jumbles... bah!