In Your house I long to be

This is the moment of my birth, my blogspot birth, that is. First I would like to acknowledge my lovely friends Shaina and Ruthi (tips his hat) for being apart of such a lovely experience. After re-uniting with these two I felt that the long since deprived creative part of my heart begin to breath again. Instead of allowing more time to pass by before reuniting with them again, which would perhaps lead to the venturing off of my creative side into the wilderness of obscurity, we thought to capture such beauty and reality. So, thank-you, the both of you for your trip Swift and your prayerful hearts over the last 4 years.

What better to speak of first than death. As death remains all encompassing to all of our souls, our lives, our very hearts. It would be a shame to pay it no attention, or simply to ignore it and pretend it has no hold in our lives. It's hilarious because I remember when I was younger talking with a Councilour (you will see why I needed counseling in high school) about the possibility of immortality. I mean, why do we believe we are going to die? Just because everyone else does/will? In one sense that is silly because just because everyone else has why does that mean I will? What if there is one variable that can be switched that will cause a metamorphesous so that we will never die? haha, I know that this was a silly thought, but standing on the opposite side of the counseling room, and the opposite side of life there is a glimmer of truth that I beheld.

The truth is that I was wrong, but not in the way one might think. My mistake existed within my thought that death had to be done away, which was niave. I have to die-- we all have to die, that is reality, but their are two forms of death. We are born into death; moreover, we are born into a Kingdom of Death. We are slaves of death to whom we shall one day submit as he comes to call for us. And we can see this Kingdom of Death that exists all around us from the children starving on our tv screens in Africa, to the junkie with a needle in his arm downtown, and even more clearly, we can see this Kindgdom within our own lives. In our greatest feara, heartaches, tragedies, we can see a brief glimpse of His face. We exist within a complex system of death. From the thoughts in our heads to corrupt corporation's or governments, we are all within it. Almost like the Matrix, if you will, it is surrounding us and controling us.

I think I will leave it here for now. The Kingdom of Death is a concept that I have been thinking of, and will continue to be thinking of.