Mankind has gorged upon the Tree of Knowledge.
Yet even through the ages of this greedy banquet, he has failed to perceive which fruit is poisoned, so his tongue has grows numb and tasteless. New generations glut themselves on haute-cuisine enlightenment, yet endlessly remain famished and parched.
Instead of enlightenment, the search for truth has blinded mankind senseless. Desperately groping for keys to let him out of his prison of angst, man discovers Higgs particles and new universes, but does he find anything to quench his thirst and hunger for understanding?
As technology shoots him out amongst the vast and infinite, he has become visionless, starving--- only to indoctrinate his children that it is all vacuous and void.
The university gods’ answer to this cosmic desertion?
WE offer you our paradise, our bread and wine of wisdom.
WE as tribe,
WE as monarchy,
WE as oligarchy,
WE as socialism and communism and totalitarianism and naziism and fascism.
Even when WE as a republic and democracy have been studied and experimented with and lived and died for--in the end, we are thrown prostrate, shocked and suffering to watch our best and most noble ideals deteriorate.
The masses have followed philosophers, scientists and politicians as they have led us from this banquet table of education to a grotesque communal retch.
Daniel’s vision, our idol is smashed.
After the wars created from the kingdoms of WE, the cynical barbaric question becomes “I?”
My conscience, my choice, my ideal, my understanding. I am the rock from which flows the water, the wine, the bread. I hold the keys.
Nietzsche’s Superman and Freud’s id-- God is not, but I am?
Satre suicidally laughs that there is no such thing as bread and wine, the kingdom has only locks with no keys.
Mankind is exhausted with lies and failure, innocence and idealism. We are even tired of the absurdity of randomness. All the questions of truth have been spent and gone unanswered. Striving to be god has left us cynical, empty, lonely and twisted.
Gasping, Mankind reaches up in one final attempt at truth. Creation’s fingertip stretches down from heaven to us in our hellish dust.
He utters the gentle, unimaginable question, “who?”
The Word is not how or even why, but “who?” It is no longer WE or I asking the question, but the answer asking the question. And WE must not find in the question ourselves. WE or I must not rise again to create a new totalitarianism.
Who is left to when Mankind abdicates his reign? Whose vision survives? Who has the keys to the Kingdom, who has the bread and the wine of wisdom?
When our sovereignty is released to His Kingdom, we will be reminded of One who knelt under the ancient Olive trees in chaos and agonizing confusion. Even the ultimate Answer could see no answers. With immortal suffering, The Answer flung His id, his Superman into eternity, with “Not my will but thine.”
Blood flowed from His agonizing brow uniting with His tears. The blood turned to water and the water into wine. From His lips came the prayers that turned into bread. We join Him in that watery death, that we may eat and drink of His life and His kingdom.
Now we courageously lay down the quest for a perfect Utopia where we are masters of the answers and Truth falls from Trees.
Now Faith looks through His perfection and we kneel before His Kingdom and say, “though I do not understand, I will obey.”