History is His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom, in irony.
And behavior mod’s not limited, to individuals only.
Five pithy statements in one hundred and forty characters. And, in this ode to poetry,
to wisdom, and to peace, a final plea, for humanity.
Dreaming of what is, what was, and what may be, the learned literati of all of history,
luminaries, like Plato, Aristotle, Locke, and Socrates,
Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands, and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,
Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.
The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.
And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.
A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s
not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.
Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are quite simply, in
non-scientific jargon, step-by-step …, instructions.
A synchronicity of events, pursuant to His grand plan, has brought three brothers grim,
Don, Art and the Kim, to do what’s been bidden, by Him.
It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s
sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.
It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”
He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,
It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly
soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.
In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries
with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.
He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,
to all of the nations, of an alchemic algorithm, on Twitter.
“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Pen, to the three brothers, grim. “Algorithmically
tweet epigrams, into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”
“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,
taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”
Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s
forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.
To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur
the penning of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.
Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is, and
they are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.
Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural
evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.
The children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are your brothers and sisters before Him,
it mattering, not our religion, nationality, nor tribe, to Him.
“Pangaea’s nations number 196 (not including Taiwan and tiny Puerto Rico), 4200 religions,
and 6500 languages. Pangaea’s voice must be a single one.”