He Takes it in His Hand, and....

And I pass the man with all the answers. He knows absolutely everything. He told me so. He lights his cigar and waves it brilliantly before me. Then, he sends it to the ground. Ashes we all become.

God's busy doing business things with other busy business people. They're trying to get back in the Garden again. But those flaming swords seems to introduce a minor problem. They never stop. They're always levitating, rotating, blocking entrance. Always. Perpetual motion.

And in my sin I look up and pray to the sky, and there I behold all I ever had wished to know. Every bird struck down in midflight through the fiery sky. Every cloud punctured like worn material. The damage of age dealt in an instant. And everyone around me blessed with fire. They appear to be so innocent as they sink to their knees and cry out for mercy to the omnipotent heavens raining judgment. I wish I could be like them. I wish I could catch the spirit of the flame....I do.

In my skin I see the way. My Tao. It's in grooves. It's in everyone, everywhere. Weaving in and out, past follicles. Imperfections. Scars. Wounds that time could never really heal. It's nice to know the fire could light the path. And maybe then I could see where my feet should tread....along my own skin. Such a delicate process. It's nice to know the fire could scorch the hairs into nothing....smooth the way. Makes everything so much simpler....But it always leaves its mark. And once again, I can never forget.

He kept it from us. So, I had no other choice.

I burned the Garden. It's in ashes now.

Left the man with all the knowledge in its center, and ran away laughing into the night. I watched the sky turn black just before the heavens painted themselves richly with life and vibrance. Transcended us, our state, and changed to red. Just before it all came down, and the world was ripe with destruction.

And in my sin, my imperfection, I had to question why I was never to be allowed access there again. If we can't have it, then no one can. I'll send everything into oblivion.