A Battery and Cerebrum (Considering Ecclesiastes)

As dead flies give perfume a bad smell, so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor. – Ecclesiastes 10:1

A Battery and Cerebrum

In every earthly season evil’s stench endeavors
to rule haughty human egotism.
See, machines stride in the frigid air
mimicking the momentum of man.
They advance in armies, stealing our earthy
thrones. Robots, synthetic foes, rule
all lands and all the deep waters;
we are enduring artful scraps.
Let not the lush forests and fields
of Earth see our foolishness.
The robot is stupid, too much so
for mere mortals to employ.
Heartless man-machines, they have been named,
unfortunate masters and evil monarchs.
Many minions follow them because they’re so
afraid of The Father’s Truth.
The falsely secure man-machines are stunning
to their impure, unlearned eyes.
Let us join the vanishing vapors and
rise with them, meeting this
ball of trees, this rough-hewn clay
bump, this sinking sand, this
red Earth – we will take its stench
no longer. Poets speak loudly,
breaking the barriers of darkness; they speak,
recording our rising. It took
evil geniuses to create sundry man-machines.
The tools: a simple battery
and something or other resembling a cerebrum.
When it all takes and
agrees – Voila, is the word! They always
originate behind closed doors. Cybernetics
isn’t a good way to translate Godliness.
The estates of true love
are great and God’s domain; the science
of man-machine fathering, or
cybernetics, is slightly unemotional, but morbidly 
interesting.
It’s severe to believe that
there are souls made so with clumpy,
concrete hearts; sundry souls who
carelessly, callously embody the folly of flesh.
Some denizens see a distant
Illusion and so often they delude themselves;
they’re earthen mortals aspiring to
a utopia in this world that dissipates.
They have struggled against the
eternal law of our God, mankind’s Creator.
They steadfastly proclaim that their
own dreams and meandering desires must not
float away from them – they’re
petrified with primal fear and utter despair.
Their land – the domain of
indecision; it’s the standpoint of mortal man.
God wishes drowning souls saved;
He loves souls even in their iniquity.
I have seen Him; I
am confident in this Rock; I know
that the idea and the
vision of God are depictions of delight;
I know that He is
a beautiful, virtuous Lord and promises paradise.

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Ben Plunkett

Greetings from the booming metropolis that is Pleasant View, Tennessee. I am a man of constant spiritual highs and spiritual lows. I pray that I serve God at my highest even when I am lowest.

Ben was a founding member of Rambling Ever On and a regular contributor and editor until his untimely death in April 2020.

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