Work In Progress-The Theocrat

Jarrod Ryan crawled out of his cave into the morning light. All the moisture had already been evaporated out of the day by harsh slanting sunshine. 1

He stepped back into the shade of the cave and looked around. He knew how he'd gotten here. He had thought too much and voiced his conclusions; worse yet; he voiced his emotions concerning ecumenical ideas not encompassed by the status quo or their purveyors. He had become to be known as a fuck-wit before his departure from family, friends, and the infinite questions he couldn't answer.2

He felt comfort in the desert. Everything in the desert was honest.3

Ten years ago he took the underground cave to college. Scaling across the smooth metal terrain at 800 Kilometers per hour. Three minutes to Chancelor College. His family would be there when he got home at 5:00PM. He would teach them what he learned today. 4

Now he stared out upon a vast desert which called him in a way nothing else had. It shook him down to his core. It made him smile.5

He was home. And could now finally go somewhere.

I'm planning on expanding and filling in. This is just the beginning of a construct. Ideas are welcomed, but comments aren't necessary.

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  • myrataal
    July 1

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    You know, Poet ..

    the bestest of best things happen in the desert.

    THE MOST IMPORTANT IS:

    Stars shine brighter there than ANY PLACE in the world ...

    And: mirages lead one to boundaries unknown before.


    So ... let's hear.



    Blessed be.
    Myra