The finest wine, the flagship of the fleet, Lord Jesus Christ

These twined residual forms of nation-states 

stage Punch & Judy shows on every screen

called Strait of Hormuz crisis or Ukraine 

& Russia war without convincing me 

of anything except for bottom lines 

& demographics, energy & debt, 

EROI decline & Jesus Christ. 

Transnationality sits at His feet (1).

His mobile hangs above our crib, you see, 

you understand. You add a weight of sin, 

He adds a counterweight. The balance is 

free will! much like a plane suspended in 

the sky with equal forces up & down.

Divide and conquer cut the Lord in three

for power, as divide & conquer does

in natural life & spiritual. Then there arose

a world religion called Islam designed

by Jesus Christ to underline one Lord

and otherwise weigh with exactitude. (2)

The verses which concern Himself appear

to be prohibitively separate but

He wrote the language very pointedly. 

He promised them He would explain the Jews,

the Muslims & the Christians thoroughly! (3)

The world's religions sit at Jesus' feet,

a hidden architecture He designed

to train all peoples to receive His bread 

of love & wine of truth about that love.

All peoples have been given means to clean

the inside & the outside of the plate

& cup, the heart and thoughts, with flood & flame.

The New Church Writings are for everyone,

for every world religion in the world.

His bread & wine are hidden everywhere

that humankind can think & feel & act.

His infrastructure of the plate & cup

is everywhere. You could not think or feel

or act without Him. Without Him, you can

do nothing. (4) Humankind, He has returned

as "many things", for we can bear them now. (5)

(1) Transnationality is an interlocking of directorate on steroids independent of national borders which does not consist of a single group, is non-representative in nature, and has tamed the nation-state; as previously the local nobilities were tamed by the centralizing monarchies, having fielded armies previously but now having to ask permission to leave the palace.

(2) Latin Testament, Divine Providence 255-56

(3) Koran, Surah al‑Ḥajj 22:69

(4) Greek Testament, John 15:5

(5) ibid 16:12 

La Vista Panorámica / The Bird's Eye View

They put Gonzalo's* head upon a spike.

'Yet mayst thou be caudillos we dislike.

Thou shouldst not chafe under such bounds as set'.

Against such bounds caudillos ever fret.

No mere head on a spike is so good as to free,

though it was well removed I'm the first to agree.

Hey! You missed one.** He got back to Spain with his head

and alas! -- what a shame! whom to blame? -- died in bed.

I guess they didn't have a plane to drop 

him drugged among the Andes in those days.

They sure had something like 'La Catedral'!***

Castillo de la Mota had no pool...

I see all the waving of banners, 

the slobber on Bolivar's feet. 

But I sense not this gloss but the ghosts 

of Gonzalo Pizarro, Hernández Girón.

I cry, 'Death to the lie!' 

I cry, 'Death to the mask!' 

I cry, 'Death to the honor of liars & slavers forever!'

* Gonzalo's head! & Co. He led a rebellion in Peru against the Spanish Empire because of the latter's promulgation of the New Laws, which prevented the conquistadors from enslaving natives and using them as forced labor. The Spanish Crown had Gonzalo executed, but it also repealed the New Laws and recognized that it could not be as nice as it wanted to be; because it would inevitably face costly rebellions, some successful perhaps. 
** Hernando Pizarro was the only roach in the nest to make it back to Spain. He was imprisoned in luxurious conditions analogous to those of Pablo Escobar in Castillo (Castle) de la Mota.

***Pablo Escobar's 'prison'

Bottom Lines & Information Management

 'Morality advanced and slaves were freed'.
At any rate, steam engines paid off greed.
Look at the role the British Empire played.
The land of Watt did most to ban the trade.
We cover sins with loincloths of fig leaves.
Truth should be partying. Instead it grieves.
'Who's gonna pay for all of this? I ask'.
I hate our masquerades. Take off the mask.
They who can stare unflinchingly at death
should be as honest taking every breath.

Please keep your arms and legs inside the perestroika

The rent-a-nuisance Green Guards limply lay.

The Peak Oil crowd is quiet lately. Hmm!

Why crow the roosters least before the dawn?

They drag the Green Guards off the honking road.

Just look at all the anger such deflects.

Those Green Guards block the road to take the blame

for ecofascist perestroika. Struck by Strong,

the stricken strike the wall of policy

in its relation to the bottom line;

carbon emission targets not a choice.

Green Guards as whipping boys distract from this.

The Global Warmists come out of Big Oil,

and when they speak of Climate they mean Oil!

They mean not cow farts but the price per pound

of protein energetically & all. O looming wall!

EROI decline is key, the common thread connecting 

euthanasia & promotion of plant protein,

insect protein, windmills, solar panels, 

carbon taxes & the birthrate/deathrate shot. 

They're wild about that euthanasia, hey!

As if they were just desperate to shed mouths

as balloons shed ballast down the silent sky.

Kalokagathic Modeling

Kalokagathia the octopus

flows, flying, flowering. Mere wearisome

parameters are mitigated by

an optimizing interface of arms.

So correlation will accelerate

in its own sort of Singularity,

the necessary polymathy's bloom.

For there are sorts of Singularity 

& inner analogues to LLMs

and webbots which explore more inwardly.

World systems must be modeled inwardly

in order to be truly understood.

We manage what we understand!

The burning need for octopus is great.

Convergence with it's coming. I can't wait!

No, no. A trillion cameras will not do.

Nor all those terabytes of data points. 

They're only as perceptive as the sieve

who uses them. The inner world is swirled.

Let efflorescence overtake the world!

Let a bajillion flowers loom with bloom.

Provision

"Where she hath a place prepared by God, that they may nourish her there a thousand two hundred and sixty days, signifies the state of the church at that time, that in the meantime it may be provided among many, even until it increases to its appointed state" (Apocalypse Revealed 547).

The gnomes of Bryn Athyn are silently watching.

Old bottles are watching the new.

The Church of the Lord lasts forever, forever.

On Earth, though, they may be quite few.

She laughed, Sarah laughed, at the promise of Isaac.

God knows how to blow on a coal.

Who's watching the watchers, the gnomes of Bryn Athyn?

The Watcher who lightened my soul.

When Samson desireth a daughter of Timnah,

the Lord hath a subtle design.

The Church of the Lord lasts forever, forever.

New bottles fill up with new wine.