Platypus of Truth

Now this is the song of Utnapishtim that he sang at the rising of the sun between the mountain and the lake: Out of the past does Wisdom speak, and out of the wasteland does it sing! Seek ye the ancient way, for daylight is coming and will show the path. O leave man's city and go out with anxious feet, for Wisdom comes with the dayspring . The font of all our yesterdays, the font of our tomorrows: out of the same ocean do they spring! Now Utnapishtim will take a wife and father children, For the Hope of men will come! O that Wisdom would become a Man and speak with me! For I love you, O Wisdom. For I love you, O Wisdom. Utnapishtim does not crown himself. Nay! He will fling his crown away! For what can compare with Wisdom, who possesses us, and not we Wisdom? Utnapishtim makes his crown an offering though it is but a paltry thing. A coronet made all of thistles and water rushes, with faded water lilies ! Now Utnapishtim will take a wife and father children, For the Hope of me...

Hi all, just to let you know, I need prayer. I've come down with a ferocious allergy/head-cold even though I'm still finishing up the medicine from the last one. Bad news is that I've got a mountain of stuff to do at work tomorrow since I'll be heading out for Washington D.C. with my seniors early Sunday morning. Please pray for a speedy recovery and strength to do all the tasks that remain!

In my dream, I came to a light and pleasant wood set amid hills of rolling green; and everywhere was the sound of water. Then I perceived that there was a host of men moving in ordered company along a forest path. Their hats were tall like church steeples and they were armed with gear of war that shone bright in the mid-morning sun. Across each silver breastplate was a crimson sash, and they sang gaily a song of new Jerusalem. I spoke to the one who was with me, the one who was covered in eyes as a fish is covered in mail: "Where are these men bound, and why do they bear such harness of war and yet sing so gaily?" The one who was with me answered; and his voice was like water passing over stones. "They are on a pilgrimage to seek the Holy City; therefore do they sing so gaily. Many trials and battles yet lay before them; and therefore go they armed. The Lord of the City shall see that not a one of those He called is lost. " My heart was swiftly lifted and I sp...

Utnipishtim sat by the waters of his lake, and many heard of his great wisdom, and they came to him seeking the knowledge of the time before the flood. He taught them day and night, and there was great joy in the heart of Utnipishtim. Now Og, King of Bashan, heard that many even of his own people were going up to hear the words of Utnipishtim; and his heart was full of wrath. And Og said to his heart: "I will go with my armies and destroy Utnipishtim and all his followers. I will blot out the wisdom of the time before the flood." And Og took his army and went up. Utnipishtim arose one morning with his followers, and they saw that all the valley was filled with the armies of Og, King of Bashan. And Utnipishtim called out in a loud voice: "Turn back, O armies of Og. Turn back, that you may live and not go down to death." But the hearts of the followers of Utnipishtim quaked, for none had ever turned aside the armies of Og. When Og saw that Utnipishtim was come f...

Utnipishtim returned to his home in the north, under the shadow of the great mountain, and sat beside the waters of his lake. And the wisdom within him cried out to be spoken; the wisdom of the time before the flood. When they saw that he was returned, the animals of Utnipishtim came to him; the Raven and the Dove. The Raven spoke to Utnipishtim: "Utnipishtim! Wisest of men! Are you troubled because a dog has mocked you? Are you troubled because you saw a dead dog by the side of the road? Be glad, then, that you may be alone with your wisdom. For what need have you, O wisest of men, to teach?" Utnipishtim smiled, and he replied: "There speaks my raven, there speaks my contemplative one, whose delight is in the journey, not the return. I did not meet a dog, nor did I see a dead dog. I went to pass on my wisdom to men, for it burns within me, and must be released. And I found no one to listen. Therefore I am grieved." Then the Dove, the active one, whose d...

My kids decided in class yesterday that I look like Oliver Cromwell. Take that as you will.

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