The Role of Righteousness

God depends on the absolute value of righteousness and actively pursues it to justify himself.  Without righteousness he could not be a living god. He is the finite universe, the alpha and omega; therefore everything lies within. Our human souls are small functional parts of him, from which his righteousness is determined and sustained. They stream as variables in a diametric scheme either lost in obscenity or won in virtue.  He must perpetually strive to assure that the balance is tipped in favor of goodness; otherwise its antithesis could not serve its purpose of fueling the process in the eternal paradigm.  Our souls are energetic; they cannot be destroyed. They are either manifested in renewed life with light energy potential  or terminated in life as heat energy.

Winter Dec. 25

The departure of the time when frost-on-the-pumpkin crosses over to frost-on-the-pine cone invokes thoughts of biblical references to seeds / seedlings, and how the gospel of Jesus Christ may have affected the culture of cold climate communities in the coniferous forests of Northern Europe. Pagan customs associated with winter-solstace activities suggest that these  bountiful arbolic inhabitants lacing the valleys and hillsides were religiously revered, as were the mammals and fish in sustaining their lives during the pre-Christian eras.

It's fascinating how the Christmas tree, juxtaposed to the dreidel, has endured in the Judaic-Christian tradition. Its symbolism of survival in the depths of Winter has become a cultural mainstay far from Rome, Constaninople, or even Bethlehem.

Let Us Eat Cake

  Newt Gingrich may have the wherewithal to unify the conservative base. If such a success results in a sweeping victory, attaining a stronghold in both the executive and legislative branches of government, he will have secured his status as a major figure in American History. The piecemeal way history is subjectively fashioned eventually crystalizes in some form of objectivity. Like a fully baked cake that is photographed and published in the pages of time, political watersheds ultimately become catalogued wherein it can be said that, "it was what it was." It would be a curious turnabout  in the wake of the Occupy Movement, and brings Richard Harris' lyrics in McArthur's Park to mind; "..Someone left the cake out in the rain. I don't think that I can take it cause it took so long to bake it, and we'll never have the recipe again..."