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The Latin language leads to fruitful mental development. Latin bases and prefixes and suffixes all provide pertinent information for the child of technology. Sleepy, tired children desire to sleep. When will the flood of homework stop? When can we get rid of the midnight oil? When do we have time for the work of God? HALT! Our whole life should be for God and Him alone. All this busy work gets in the way of charity and service. One becomes a scholar on Arabic cultural development or an expert in the fertility cults of ancient Egypt, but for no reason. Only one life, ‘Twill soon be past, only what’s done for Christ will last. Eternity! Eternity! It is written on the sidewalks of Sydney. Can a sermon be preached with one word? Has eternity been understood by the sons of God or has eternity entered the deepest chambers of the heart? A little girl is looking up friends on facebook. They are not her real friends; they are only virtual representation of people. O! How easy it is to lie in the digital realm and how much more the conscience is pricked when talking face to face. And the burning bush never burned out. Go to the desert and see the flames of God. The light of love is all consuming. Either come to the light or flee forever from it. A little boy, with his head on the table, is dreaming of Zeus throwing a thunder bolt at his toes. The kid wants to get his Latin project done. Completed! Finished! The solid wood walls cry out to be deep. Enough superficial how are you fine chitter chatter. Column 54 line number 18 at 4.2 inches What does it all mean? A green little arrow telling me where to go confuses my mind and brings it to a stall. A search box keeps tempting me to go after obscure arts. Look up James Joyce. Follow the Father. Wings of wax and coils and feathers melt in the heat of prevention. Do you need a pill for that? Do you need a pill for that? Dingle, jingle, ringle, goes the door bell. Who is here? Why? How? What reason does santa have for coming around to the little children? Does santa have any relation to satan? This is psychobabble. Meaningless idle chatter is all that is ever said. Set up the pilgrim village not a homestead. Lincoln logs build the village. Cold gold fever has hit the pillager. A smack in the face is never appreciated. No more snoring for you. Wake up to reality. Get rid of wayne’s world. Foolishness is ever rampant. Homo sapien sapien. The computer wants to capitalize sapien. Does this word come from sophia, meaning wise? Do humans think they are the masters of the universe? We all live in but one little sentence on a page. One line in a vast poem is all we are. What did God do before there was time and space and creatures of his design? Oh, that we fill from such heights by eating that wretched stupid pointless fruit. I wonder who is going to read this. I should look at the lady when she is talking to me. A stream of consciousness is running around the bend. Ever flowing. Repeating in endless cycles. Why is she making so many copies on the printer? That poor machine is over worked. Number nine, number nine, number nine! Turn me on dead man! Back masking on a roll of masking tape. The child is drooling. The doctor is in the house. Ms. E is flipping book after book upon the glass plate and the green light shines bright and blank paper now has black color arranged in funny symbols. Is that Calculus? Mr. Ankle! Adieu!

MY TREE

My tree has little seeds,
big and small leaves,
some are yellow,

And some are green,
and some are in between. My

Tree has a canopy of
shade, made for me

To see and be happy in.
My tree’s bark,
is worse than its bite!

St. Matthew’s feast day is September 21.  He is the patron of bankers, accountants, tax-gatherers and security guards.

Matthew was a tax collector, apostle, and an evangelist.  He was the son of    Alphaeus and lived in Capharnaum on Lake Genesareth.  The first Gospel was written by Matthew in which he speaks of his call to be an apostle.  Sitting at his desk one day, he saw Christ come to him.  When the Lord said to him, “Follow Me,” he at once left his work and followed the Master.  The people were surprised to see a Roman tax collector become one of the special friends and disciple of the Master.

Matthew also tells us of the banquet he gave that Christ attended.  It was a public farewell to his former friends.  Many publicans and sinners came and sat down with Jesus and his disciples.  Jesus said, “I have come not to call the just, but sinners.”  Matthew wrote his Gospel to convince the Jews that the Messiah had come in the person of Jesus Christ.

Matthew’s symbol is a young man because he begins his Gospel with Christ’s earthly ancestry and stresses His human character.

Matthew preached the Gospel among the Hebrews for fifteen years. He is also called the Apostle of Ethiopia.  His shrine is at Salerno in Southern Italy.  He died a martyr for Jesus in Ethiopia.

It was spring, long ago.  Little Crow lived in a wigwam with his family in an Indian village.  One day he walked through the valley.  As it was spring, there were lots of flowers to pick. He gathered several flowers for his mom and for himself.
He took them home and gave some to his mother.
He kept some for himself.  When he went to sleep, he dreamed.  In his dream he picked a flower with rainbow colored petals.
When he woke up, there was a flower in his hand.  It had the same rainbow colored petals from his dream.  He thought it was real special.  He put it in his pocket.
His stomach rumbled with hunger.  He wished his mom would make acorn mush.  “Poof!”  His mom began to make some!  While eating breakfast he showed his mom the flower, but one petal was gone.  When he checked, the petal wasn’t in his pocket.  Only three petals were left.
He finished breakfast and went outside to play with Black Wing, his friend. Outside the wigwam, they played a game.  You roll deer bones to get points.  The first person to get twenty-five points without going over wins.  Going over twenty-five meant you had to start over again.  Little Crow laid the flower beside him and they began to play.
Black Wing went first.  He got ten points.  Little Crow went next.  He only got five points.  Then Black Wing played again.  He got another ten points; now he had twenty points.  Little Crow went.  He needed twenty points more to win.
“I wish I could get twenty points,’’ he thought.  ‘‘Poof!’’ He rolled, and he got twenty points.  He won!  ‘‘I won!’’ he shouted.  Then he noticed another petal had fallen off the flower.
‘‘Little Crow, come home now!’’ mom called.
‘‘I wish my mom would be quiet,’’ he thought again.  ‘‘Poof!’’ There went another petal!  Two petals now lay on the ground.  He went home.
When he got home, he began to make a bow.  He laid the flower down beside him.  He picked up a branch he had found.  He peeled the bark off of it.  Then he made two notches on the bow for the bowstring.
He needed some sinew next.  “I wish I had some deer sinew,” he thought.
“Poof!”  There next to him was some sinew.  “Wow,
How did that happen?’’ he wondered.  Then he noticed the flower.  There were no petals left on it.  ‘‘Maybe it was a magic flower.  When you wish, it makes a petal fall off.”
‘‘Mom, I’ve got a magic flower!  Look, what do you think?” he asked.
She got some birch bark and wrote, ‘‘I can’t talk for some reason.’’
‘‘Oh no, I wished for you to be quiet!’’ he said.
She wrote, ‘‘How did your wish come true?”
‘‘I got a flower in a dream.  It must be magic.’’
She wrote, ‘‘ Then please wish that I might speak again.’’
He replied, ‘‘Okay.  I wish my mom could speak again.’’ It didn’t work.
So he went to the medicine man and asked for help.  He explained everything.  The medicine man said, ‘‘I will give you a magic flower with two petals left.  Choose wisely, Little Crow.”
So he went home and wished for his mother to talk again.  ‘‘Poof!’’  A petal fell off and she could speak!  Then with his last wish, he wished to often see all of the colors of the flower.  “Poof.”   A rainbow appeared.

Heroes and Heroines take on many different personas in different literary works. Some of the characters can start out weak and make their way up the mountain to courage. Others can be overly brave in the beginning and end up falling off the cliff to cowardice. In Nathaniel Hawthorn’s work, The Scarlet Letter, we see heroes of sorts. I consider the strong-willed Hester, timid Dimmesdale and feisty Pearl to be the heroes.
1. An allegory of a hero can be seen in the introduction of the Scarlet Letter. The following is a description of the land around the prison:
“much overgrown with burdock, pig-weed, apple-peru, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilized society, a prison. …on the [other] side of the portal, and rooted almost at the threshold, was a wild rose-bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as he came forth to his doom”(Scarlet Letter Chapter 1).
I interpret this description to mean how one person can be beautiful and strong in the midst of ugliness and weakness. Among the weeds of society there can be those that are beautiful and innocent. Hester would undoubtedly be the mightiest character, for her strength gives her the energy to live on in her pain and suffering. The townspeople, “said that it [The Scarlet Letter] meant Able; so strong was Hester Prynne, with a woman’s strength”(Chapter 13).
Little Pearl is definitely the one with the most enthusiasm and zest for life for she has a fountain of youth and little demon powers. Her youth contributes to her desire to play in tide pools and dance around with out a care in the world. Her little monster demons make her naughty, mischievous, and careless. She walks on a grave and talks when she should not. Even though there are these negative qualities, I still consider her soul to be the most innocent and pure of all the characters. As a child, she has not really sinned. In contrast, all the adults have hidden immoralities. Interestingly enough the public sinner, Hester, has the ability to see the private sins of the people around her. Master Dimmesdale fights his own private battle with sin in total isolation from the public eye and also endures the guilt that comes from being the towns moral leader. I see Dimmesdale as a hero for his strong intellect and the larege amount of purity shining forth in his blackened heart. His actions of constantly touching his heart and wincing under the pain of his sin can only slightly undermine his being a hero. A powerful description of his weakness is understood in the following quote:
Confronting the emaciated and white-cheeked minister, with his low, dark, and misshapen figure, — “a sickness, a sore place, if we may so call it, in your spirit, hath immediately its appropriate manifestation in your bodily frame. Would you, therefore, that your physician heal the bodily evil? How may this be, unless you first lay open to him the wound or trouble in your soul?” “Not to thee! But, if it be the soul’s disease, then do I commit myself to the one Physician of the soul! He, If it stand with His good pleasure, can cure; or He can kill!”
In contrast to the minister’s failing health, his religious convictions are as healthy and strong as ever. This is his hero-hood.

what am i going to do with you
ice cream at the parlor
children eating french fries
pay off that debt
your servant forgive me my sins
relying on the drug lord
you have to make your own way
or else you end up dead
smoking cigars
now I am
forsake all else
congratulations on your accomplishment
get out of here
bag pipes playing in the background
you earned it man
welcome to the force
you have no idea
what about your dad
folder containing secret info
are you who you say you are
we never get any where
don’t sell guns
families are always rising and falling in America
SAT scores are very important
prove to yourself who you are
ask yourselves questions
what type of house do you want
rest in peace why rest why not live
amen amen we all say together
anger with no brilliance
why do you wear a hat
breathing oxygen
eating breakfast
why are we graced by your presence
you have troubles do not we all
I know you
do you know me
mean mean mean
what is your report
you will
what is the meaning
why do you use such naughty words
I knew your son
robbery
red light
yelling at each other
are you arguing
why being so nasty
probation
that is a fancy dessert
why are you bandaging my arm
I am not on your sofa
Is that true ice cream
is that a nice person
is anyone a nice person?
why are you following me
do you want help
we are all on our way out
search the train
stop coughing
are you making fun of me
silver and gold
do you want to be on the six o’clock news
why are you wearing a jaguar skin
what happened to jimmy
who benefits from this
what are you talking about
wake up
suspension

have to watch cartoons
the heavy feeling from the drama
some words are used too much
the f word the n word we need them out of our language
the violence the murder the killing of innocent others
are any innocent
we all need the Supreme Judge to sort all of this chaos out
people cry people whine
is it for good reason
is there truth or only lies
or a mixture of the two
are we monkeys or men in the image of God
cutting down others cutting down trees
we must see the difference in value
there are too many studies
like wind the theories blow about
crack crack
stop getting drunk
is that an accurate picture of the world
stop the cell phones
they can be used for evil
do they cause brain damage
or do we just have a need to spend time talking
about unimportant matters
“Honey I am at the grocery store
what type of bread do you want me to get?”
what ever happened to deep discussions on the nature of reality
what are the motives for adoption
is it love for the support money from the government or is it care and love for children
why are we saturated with filth and evil
get rid of this yuck
Hades demigods what does the excitement come from
coal…diamond or fuel or neither
can we come to a point of needing rock to be only rock
can our fuel needs be fixed or can we stop treasuring inanimate carbon molecules and treasure humans instead
I hear the chemists out there saying we are made of carbon atoms
I agree
true
but the dust of the earth was fashioned by God and then given the breath of life
the spirit of God resides in you
but are you born again
do you have a new nature
or does your sinful carnal nature rule the roost