*
If we want a yardstick,
for how far we have travelled from our Gods…
We need only consider the once widespread custom
of sacrificing a first-born child…
It hardly seems credible from this vantage,
irrespective of its counter productivity in an era of high infant-mortality.
What can these religions have been thinking?
That God was greater than mankind?
Heaven forbid!
*
The highest kite you’ll ever fly? …
Imagination!
Count Black
*
Few are born to ascent.
Those few that are may lack the strength of character to attempt it.
Without recklessness it is almost inconceivable.
Our Minstrel, hazards the mountain path alone,
and asks none for advice, for who could tell him even of its existence?
If he falters, his limbs rot where they fall.
Torn from his torso by that pitiless Cave Bear who crouches,
ravenous, in the depths of our consciousness.
*
A crown too heavy to wear.
Incline the head but a little
And the neck will break…
*
Who, then, runs to retrieve our baubled circlet?
Its lifeless-jewels spill…
Cascade across
A stony floor.
*
There was a time
When gold was valued
For its conducive properties.
*
Too much of a good thing
Is worse than none at all.
Count Jack Black
*
Grasp no-thing.
Refuse no-thing.
Receive…
But do not keep.
Be content, and know, with no-how.
Count Jack Black
*
If a person
Fails to stand
In right relation
To story…
*
Then they also
Fail to stand
In right relation
To life.
– The Count…
Stuart France 
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