Bi Polar People

In the snow, lights dance and shine In the glow, colors are clear and fine Snow falls down to cover Every shape makes wonder Anything in the way is wrapped In dreams from clouds were angels napped Sleepy eyes make form from time White crystals a restful rhyme Footprints in the snow Prophets pattern in the cover No one knows these feet from Thine Why they came and why they brother Born to lift the light on high Like a diamond in the sky From heaven they fall Now they gather On holy ground The Child is matter. Merry Christmas

There are only so many logical conclusions a person or a people can draw upon. Knowledge alone does not extend the possibilities, and we permutate to escape the obvious, Truth. When truth is evident then comes the obligation to create icons and laws that generations will hopefully uphold. In this idea religion, and culture are born. Sin became a necessity to test the hypothesis of man - to prove him both fool and victor, the explorer and valiant hero, who over the ages over and over again saves himself and his people. A mind run rampant can't know truth, only approximations there of. Occasional the light is seen, the eyes widen and a stab at the rational becomes momentary release from abandonment. This is the definition of mankind who has forgotten the rules laid down by countless ancient generations, who were set free from their own vanity, only to be reunited with self bondage and despair. Heroes, kings, presidents and popes are no less fallible When you live in the age of de...