“On The Christian Missionary”
A man was commissioned by his King to go to those outside of the kingdom and to be a representative to those who did not know the King. So the man set out to obey his King. Day after day the man went from village to village telling everyone that he met that he was of the kingdom and that they were living outside of it.
Seasons came and went. Fall gave way to Winter which melted into Spring and heated itself into Summer. Years past and the man continued on his quest. The people far and wide were told that they were indeed not in the kingdom. To all corners of the earth did the man go proclaiming the location of the foreigners to themselves.
One day, the man grew tired, for he had grown old on his travels and was ready to rest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. No one knows how long the man slept. Perhaps it was a day, perhaps a year, perhaps an eon. Finally, however, he awoke from his rest. Before him was the King, sitting upon his throne! The man had been returned back to his home.
“My King! My job that you commissioned me to do is done. I have gone to the far reaches of the earth and told the people that they were not of the Kingdom! I have been your servant for years now, and after such a long time of being good and faithful to you, I have come to accept my promised reward.”
The King looked puzzled.
“Who is this man before me?” The King asked.
“My Lord, I am your servant! Surely you know me!”
“No, you are a liar. You are no servant of mine. Servants do as their masters command.” The King said.
“But sir, I have spent my entire life devoted to doing as you told me!”
“I ask the same task of all of my servants. I ask them to love those outside of the kingdom as I love them. To humble themselves, to be trampled upon, to be mocked and beaten for my namesake; like you trampled, mocked, and beat me. I ask them to bring my runaway children back into my embrace, as I did once with you. I ask them to represent me.
You went and told the people of their failures. You refused their wisdom, tarnished their cultures, degraded their ways, stood above them, and only then mentioned my Kingdom so as to belittle their lives further. You are no servant of mine. My house has no room for liars.
Be gone you wicked and unfaithful servant. As you have lived your life, so too shall you exist in your death; devoid of me.”
The man was banished from the kingdom and never returned.
“On General Existence”
Life being lived is like a man smoking a pipe. If he runs through too fast, there will be irritation and bite. If he proceeds too sluggishly, his ember will die. If he packs too tightly, he suffocates his own pleasure. If he tries to restart too often, his vessel will burn unevenly. But if the man takes his time to focus on the details proper, he will relax, he will succeed, he will know himself, and he will have enjoyed his time given.
“On Ethnicity and Equality”
There was a man of dark skin, of tan skin, of light skin, and of pale skin. There was a man of no skin, a man of clear skin, a man of glowing skin, and a fish.
They all died.
