Existence Womb (85)

   
   "Existence Womb (85)"
   
   Buck left the priest a bit pissed.  Nah, he was cool.  Got over the lack of a priest's college pseudo-education.  Understood, and was reminded of King David's words:  "Ye are gods."
   Of course nobody gets it.  The power of humanity.  At the end, but in competition with the Celestial Hierarchy; indeed, regular angelity--and humanity stands close by.  But them:  To serve us. 
   And it was all for the glory of Papa.  And that man, that god, King David, beheading Goliath for a simplistic reason--an insult against the Hebrew God.  The King having an unearthly love for God.  A man covered in the gore of sin, yet his LOVE, his LOVE for God was soooo great that it transcended reason.
   Buck wondered why King Saul become jealous of the man whose heart was like unto God.  Saul--he stood head and shoulders above the rest.  Jealousy.  Kill the beautiful.  Hate Tom Brady.  For what? 
   So much envy, and Buck knowing of Trump saying to a female secretary:  "Yes, men are better than women, but a good woman is better than ten men."  Nobody reports on that.  Or the billionaire paying off poor people's mortgages.  
  What lies.  But was Buck lying to himself?  Should he engage Miriam in carnal coitus?  Why the freak not?  God of course.  That beginning of wisdom:  Fear of God.  No soul preserves it.  False intellect.  No thanks to predestination.  To the physics of ultimate manipulation, yet LOVE.
   Buck punched the monster 350 block on the SS Chevelle.  Got out some aggression.  Black Top Highway and the rest of James Taylor poetry.