I have been very interested in the story telling tradition and the use of a story to test people's attitudes towards a problem solving nature.

Now is being human a problem an enigma, or just a parable?

A story can be weighted in different ways, as can the human mind, what was once considered soul harmony ... if it fit!

Now if you were an entity outside the limits of the control circle (Pandora's Box); how would you test the organism before letting it free? Observing how it reacts to a story would seem like a good doctring of the thin space provided.

How about the one that could deal with both emotions and intelligence in balance ... a dragon's game where one must keep the scales afloat and not crank the cold-blooded side until it is out of whack, and perhaps the same for the light-headed one too!

Now if you look at the situation explicitly and implicitly can one get confused with the black and white of the story and need to use some gre'ill matter. That is the opinion of singular Gods ... if they included the enemy, the thinking part, would that be called devillish as King James called the Hebrew version of scripture as he didn't understand balance.

I was just wondering if anyone else would think that loving the enemy would include the depths of satire and therefore be called a duality ... a deuce? Are we too far beyond thinking spheres to pull such a rabbi'ID thought out of the common hat (mad democracy)?

Just a wondering sole trying to understand a humanity in denial of the other part of creation. We embraced love fully ... now is a pure love dumb like an OX, an as's existentualism?

Now we are told we are to understand the tongues (word) of man, and yet seem poorly prepared for the challenge ... where has all the understanding gone, as suggested in the Gospel of John, a go-spell in space with all the par-able's light essence. What exactly is the spirit of the sole, if man is not interested in saving it and only physical wealth?

Can a story speak to you? Like how about: What is a man to gain in the whole world and lose his sole? Is this an inversion like images on the back side of the eye. Does the physical incarnation of a God always get things upside down when they think they're already in heaven and they're just in dirt up to their ears? Perhaps planting people in the dirt helps them grow eh? What about the ones in dry Ayres as in the par-able of cede; that's a stinker eh?

Someone should learn from it ... perhaps all of creation but then many are ill prepared ... too protected by stonewalling on the truth of awareness ... light humour about the far sides of humanity. It's rough in the midst of the anima ... too bad it can't think a bit more about its parts (ani-muse) before they all go to pieces!

Will the fall amuse the Gods above in integral fashion as they are gathering in the collapse of the world as a stage. Can a story carry 's rae-li meaning ... lightly into deep space? Walk softly carry a big stick ... ID's handy around the quicksand at planting time.

Odd tool of the q'odes for writing about wrongs, you need some soot, blood and amber for a binder ... in making sepia. A good story is always bleu 'n dry like A'Gusty myths without water. There are two firmaments you know, love and passion can dry out the whole thing without the detested thought that gets in the way. Let's consider this just-ice thing again and some melting of cold hearts and hot heads ... put them under the tree together with some time on their hands ... not too much they'll corrupt the whole a'damn thing if they have too much at once ... 'aver-ice?

Is that a chilling devil ... the sol a'men? How does the ephraim'd spirit  feel about that ... does it slow the passions?