Somehow, amid all this blood letting, man has prospered and conquered the earth. Victory will be if he survives his own success. I'm glad all those chicks laid eggs so that I can eat breakfast and fried chicken--Yum, Yum.
What came first, the chicken or the egg? If the chicken, then from where did it come? Perhaps it came from nowhere and is eternal.
But the Eternal Chick did lay an egg and in this egg were concepts and ideas of Eternal Chicken's nature, for the chicken, being eternal, layed the egg with divine thought. In this thought the Chicken forged a difficult but necessary way to birth true children. And so, when it came to pass that the Eternal Chicken's egg hatched, its offspring also layed eggs but something went wrong or so it seemed. Not being quite divine, contaminated with a virus, chicks devoured chicks.
Still, within these sick chicks' memories, divinity had layed remedy, a way to return to the first egg and be healed. However, to be understood by these sick chicks, the way back was layed out with concepts and constructs they would understand in their diseased state, a path related to devouring and feasting upon chicks. It was then understood that all chicks are sick even the kind chicks and chicks touched with prophetic gifts were carriers of this virus that had made them devour others. This had been explained by the Chick who'd hatched differently among them and clucked with them for a time wearing sick flesh and feathers. The one they killed, but who awakened from death and flew away, something chicks just don't do.
The solution was that each chick should consume itself in communion with the great Chick who'd hatched among them making the way clear, the one who died, rose, and flew away. Yes, though they teetered and chirped through the Earth, lively and seemingly okay, the Eternal Chick, had sent the message: The whole Earth was contaminated by the virus, already dead, breathing only with the illusion of true life.
The great Chick's message pricked divine memory in some chicks and they knew they should put to death through faith and deed, the illusion of life, be content to watch their plummage fall while they walked naked through even the best hen houses; they should put to death their own flesh that mimicked life through communion with that one great Chick who had true life. For who should care about the flesh that went wrong, went mad and drove them to devour their brothers and sisters? When they saw and believed this, then eternal flame was not their destiny. In other chicks, divine memory was pricked, but they remained confused and angry. And it is their right to do so.
But how could the Eternal Chick be so cruel, sending chicks who chose to remain sick, who liked the virus in them, to eternal flames, a prison burning forever. Why doesn't the Eternal Chicken just zap everyone? Gee, it appears that not wanting automatons but children who love in truth, the EC is hung up on choice.
And why would these sick chicks need to be confined after their deaths to eternal flames? Why don't they just stay dead? Perhaps it is the nature of the yoke, which remains in all chicks, even the sick. Does it not contain some essence of the Eternal Chicken? Can the EC's essence be completely destroyed?
For there are two resurrections spoken of, not one. Two resurrections, one to eternal life and one to eternal death. If sick chicks choose to remain sick and willing to wreak havoc among the healed, then perhaps it is best that they be contained. The virus in each sick chick, without antidote, will never let them rest, but replicate throughout their bodies until they are insane. Perhaps the only way to contain yokes with the eternal essence is to imprison them with some divine energy that sick chicks can only comprehend as scorching fires.
It's so clear to chicks who one day awakened with memory of the Eternal Chicken. And this explanation is as good as any other for those who would not be healed. For what causes us to think we require no remedy except pride, the original sin.
~~Nordette
PS: I don't know how this came about Henry. It just flowed in response to your poem. I like your sparse style of writing.
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But the Eternal Chick did lay an egg and in this egg were concepts and ideas of Eternal Chicken's nature, for the chicken, being eternal, layed the egg with divine thought. In this thought the Chicken forged a difficult but necessary way to birth true children. And so, when it came to pass that the Eternal Chicken's egg hatched, its offspring also layed eggs but something went wrong or so it seemed. Not being quite divine, contaminated with a virus, chicks devoured chicks.
Still, within these sick chicks' memories, divinity had layed remedy, a way to return to the first egg and be healed. However, to be understood by these sick chicks, the way back was layed out with concepts and constructs they would understand in their diseased state, a path related to devouring and feasting upon chicks. It was then understood that all chicks are sick even the kind chicks and chicks touched with prophetic gifts were carriers of this virus that had made them devour others. This had been explained by the Chick who'd hatched differently among them and clucked with them for a time wearing sick flesh and feathers. The one they killed, but who awakened from death and flew away, something chicks just don't do.
The solution was that each chick should consume itself in communion with the great Chick who'd hatched among them making the way clear, the one who died, rose, and flew away. Yes, though they teetered and chirped through the Earth, lively and seemingly okay, the Eternal Chick, had sent the message: The whole Earth was contaminated by the virus, already dead, breathing only with the illusion of true life.
The great Chick's message pricked divine memory in some chicks and they knew they should put to death through faith and deed, the illusion of life, be content to watch their plummage fall while they walked naked through even the best hen houses; they should put to death their own flesh that mimicked life through communion with that one great Chick who had true life. For who should care about the flesh that went wrong, went mad and drove them to devour their brothers and sisters? When they saw and believed this, then eternal flame was not their destiny. In other chicks, divine memory was pricked, but they remained confused and angry. And it is their right to do so.
But how could the Eternal Chick be so cruel, sending chicks who chose to remain sick, who liked the virus in them, to eternal flames, a prison burning forever. Why doesn't the Eternal Chicken just zap everyone? Gee, it appears that not wanting automatons but children who love in truth, the EC is hung up on choice.
And why would these sick chicks need to be confined after their deaths to eternal flames? Why don't they just stay dead? Perhaps it is the nature of the yoke, which remains in all chicks, even the sick. Does it not contain some essence of the Eternal Chicken? Can the EC's essence be completely destroyed?
For there are two resurrections spoken of, not one. Two resurrections, one to eternal life and one to eternal death. If sick chicks choose to remain sick and willing to wreak havoc among the healed, then perhaps it is best that they be contained. The virus in each sick chick, without antidote, will never let them rest, but replicate throughout their bodies until they are insane. Perhaps the only way to contain yokes with the eternal essence is to imprison them with some divine energy that sick chicks can only comprehend as scorching fires.
It's so clear to chicks who one day awakened with memory of the Eternal Chicken. And this explanation is as good as any other for those who would not be healed. For what causes us to think we require no remedy except pride, the original sin.
~~Nordette
PS: I don't know how this came about Henry. It just flowed in response to your poem. I like your sparse style of writing.