Transgression.

(Adam Miller’s Emulation of Raphael)

Transgression.

Chapter one..

“The governance of the Julian House soon taught men

in a terrible form how far it was possible to hold fire and water in the same vessel..”

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Time wrote the contract, in collusion with Nature,

It then co-signed with a mute hand,

Caring not a jot for action or consequence,

And Mother Nature..who was She to bother the loss of one specie,

When were legion of substitutes in the great spawning,

For could not a goldfish be as valued as man in such vast universe?

But WE…WE, the industrious plunderers of the world,

We cared..for the obvious consequences of such looting,

Is the loss of future opportunity to gather harvest.

But do we honour?….Do we honour when we have so readily transgressed,

Across so many moral boundaries that hold us in unity?

Did not those two original co-conspirators; Time and Nature,

Write the rules of engagement that confine all life?

Chapter two..

“Turning the pages of history, one sees the organic, habitual behaviour

of people today in similar situations..love, jealousy, greed alike”.

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Social, natural, physical, mental, capable, actual, menial,

Not near satisfying enough for the inquisitive eye of humanity,

Always seeking the easy way out..the easy method,

Of making life easier..but did it, does it..make life easier?

Invention upon invention..laying one thing atop another,

Each one the object to reduce the burden of work,

Cunning being the modus operandi for achieved success,

Make US the supreme animal over all others,

Take some beasts from their natural environment,

Train them to work for us, make some pet creatures,

For our own amusement, for our own vanity..

Ah!..vanity…vanity..did we not discover THAT delight,

Sooner than most other useful aberrations,

Chapter three..

“History; she too is a bible, but cannot hinder the fool from

misunderstanding her or the Devil from misquoting her…”

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Was it the admired reflection in a shallow pool of water,

Bestowed the name of beautiful, of handsome, on one,

To become a treasure, to be admired of the tribe?

Then came the hunger for wealth to match beauty,

For the unlucky and unfortunate were not to be denied,

In equal measure of value, perhaps more so..to BUY beauty!

For wealth became an exchangeable commodity,

But would make the living of life so much harder,

For wealth need be based on the value of a rare commodity,

That would demand hard work to seek and gather.

Not for those who could weave from nature and time,

Enough to get by, enough to survive with an ease,

Allowing time enough on quiet days to make as one pleased.

Chapter four..

“The infinite depth of human compassion contends

with the infinite depth of human misery.”

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The skills of hunting, of weaving, of making of things,

Old companions, old compatriots, old habits,

The clustering of the clan around these small wants and needs.

It was soon seen by those seeking power that such people,

Must needs be destroyed, debased, denied, false crimes contrived,

Till want, poverty, and loss of opportunity for freedom,

Herds them into the waiting trap of dependence.

It first started with taking advantage of reason,

To seek advantage rather than reason for restraint,

Want can never restrain an inquisitive eye,

That sees advantage in inventing..say; a trap that would ease,

Time in hunting the traditional way,

So more game could be gathered with less effort,

Chapter five..

“The giddier the height to which riches rose, the deeper

the abyss of poverty yawned..”

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But in doing so lose such accrued skills of the hunt,

In doing so let one person control the taking of food,

That soon morphed into one person..AND those favoured,

Taking control of means of produce, then the tribe itself,

For who are we to deny ourselves a certain luxury,

Of doing as least as possible for as high as possible reward,

Is that not the measure of personal achievement?

From the control of a trap to the trap of control,

Was but a moment in time..and time has no consideration,

For consequence..nor does Nature bother on the loss,

Of one specie when there is the great spawning.

But Nature does have rules for engagement of all species,

She has laid the blueprint for the basic foundation only,

Chapter six..

“The young fop–as with smooth chin, delicate voice, and mincing gait…

Might well have a horror of the unnatural world,

in which the sexes seemed as though they wished to change parts.”

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There was but one clause built into the contract of life;

Reproduce in like species, in male and female conjunction.

But here it has gone astray also, turning a delight,

Of man laying with woman into a twisted perversion,

And couldn’t stop with just that one..our inquisitive eye,

Sought so many other pleasures by which to block out boredom,

For though the many gadgets that had been created,

With an inventive mind relieving the labour and the tedium,

The beast within was still fierce and wanting to be fed.

Habits, moods, desires, revulsions must be satiated,

Above all else, know we are still that ancient barbarian!

Know we are still that ferocious hunter,

Except now it is not food we stalk, nor of quarry we talk,

Chapter seven..

“As rivers glisten in different colours,

But a common sewer everywhere looks like itself…”

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Now it is secrets, dark, dark secrets…and regrets..

For the future it is not enough to make life easier,

For the future it is turned into a game of fortune to be chased,

And with each step toward heightened pleasure become more base,

The last species to the staging-post, each one at a time we seek to erase,

Until alone with only our conscience we will convince ourselves,

We…….have won the race.

WE have transgressed beyond the boundaries of good reason,

WE..have become the quarry hunted in Time’s own good season.

Watch it!

Watch it!

Watch it!

Are you watching it?….for it is all ending.

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[All quotes are from Theodore Mommsen’s “History of Rome.”]

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