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THE TEACHINGS OF ERNEST L. NORMAN

 

 

 

Tempus Procedium

 Chapter 20

It's the "Little Things" That Count

   

And so the search for the answer to the riddle of life continues—a never ending, ceaseless, quest, for man has an insatiable appetite to know the ultimate answer, the reason for being, the why of all things, the whence from where he came, and the whereto of his going. And like the building of the tower of Babel, his quest has become the clamor of many strange tongues, all claiming their own victory; yet even as they cry their exultation for having discovered some new bit of information, so are their voices lost in the frenzied clamor of other voices. Thus it is from halls and laboratories of the world of science, men on pedestals and perches look down upon the crawling world of common things, and preach their dogma that life began as a cell. And in other places other men have built great linear betatrons and cyclotrons, believing that the atom holds the secret. And overhead in the far off blue skies, a satellite swings in its orbit around the planet, one of many, each one trying to dig or pry the secret from its heavenly course.

Yes, even man himself has ridden in one of these ‘fiery chariots’, but unlike the prophet of old, he returned to his earthly hell—unlearned; and the chemist, the biologist, and the nuclear physicist labor so assiduously, each believing in his own right, unashamedly admitting his ignorance, yet quick to use the scourging lash of censorship upon any individual who dares to broach the citadel with something new which he does not understand.

Yes, there are other men who ply their trade beneath the shadow of a steepled church, those who don the robes and set themselves up on altars to be worshipped as purveyors of the great secret, yet from their mouths fall the words of a false blasphemy: that man can be salvaged from the dregs and slime of an earth world cesspool by a false god who ruled the pagan hordes of Babylon. This is man's civilization, his modern ‘Tower of Babel’; and while he labors in his many ways amid the clamor, the clanging, grinding, knocking, screaming, hate filled world of lust, vengeance and vice, a Tall Man stands upon a nearby hill—watches for a while—then turns away, for He had walked among them once before, and tried to give them that great thing for which they sought. Yet even as he told them of the way and place, they stilled his Voice upon the Hill of Calvary.

And as He turns away, He knows how well it is that buried deep within each man's heart, the secret lies, and answers not the dinning world outside, but waits until the time and place when all the clamor of the world is stilled. And then from out this silence, bursts a mighty strength that lends the secret to its cause; and like a flower bursting forth from out the dark brown earth, the new man borne from out the long held secret of his past, becomes the fairy bloom to live his newborn life resplendent in the glory of all things made whole.

 

 

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