Do you ever wonder?

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I dream of things dark.  I know what beats in me is beastly, to some who do not understand.  Unleashed it could eat the world.  True, but it is not by my will, but by His.  I have some belief that it is immortal in a unique way.  I even have some notion that this is not it's first, or probably last, time here.  Divergence, sure.  Just notions, though not beyond the pale.  Not even theologically.

My wonder?  Imagine if the horseman, War, wanted to... understand those subject to his... will and way.  Perhaps he requested, and was granted, a sabbatical to study just what it was he was working with.  Men, warriors, fathers, husbands, sons.  And the women that keep their sorry asses going sometimes, whether by flirt or screech.  As a tin man, he had no heart, but sorely wanted to taste that and learn of men.  Maybe even almost be one.  What would be the cost for a heart that beats and bleeds?  If things were weighed on balance, would one have to lose his heart to gain a heart?

Even yet, the want of war is deep.  A hunger.  Broken and fell, one would think I would surely fall to my knees and beg pity, mercy, "social justice"!  On the contrary, I seem to fight harder.  Lose?  Depends on which battles are discussed.  Odd that even broken I will not yield, save to God.

There might be a simple explanation.  Perhaps a more complex one, or set of them.  This is just one of many.  A broken heart can easily produce cryo-like... function.

Beyond, his own call, the want to make all men hear that same call abides just as deeply.  Personal and social, communal and individual.  And, in time, all will be called.  Either they will fight or they will kneel.  Honestly?  The first war will not go so well for the side He... likes.  Almost all will fall.  It is the second conscience warriors who, led by the King, will win once and always, again, in a form most can plainly understand, win.  The sheep will be satisfied.

Stories.  But they itch, as something right under the skin.  Today more than most.  Another several hours, after supper arrives, and I may rest.  Good day.