Envision a pyramid, and mortals gradually ascending towards the pinnacle. Having reached it, and without delay, they descend, finally reaching the bottom where they began. Opportunity spurs the upward trek. Bleak occasion, however, goads a downward march.
Individuals and societies share occasions such as conception, birth, adolescence, adulthood, senescence, and death. Nations may survive in name and geography, yet within, societies come and go like the wind. Shared resolves include exaltation of birth and denunciation of death. People recognize corporal deterioration. Such recognition, however, is not so acute concerning their society. A false sense of security reigns over a mixed multitude of preponderant spirits moving skyward and downhill yet keeping rosy outlooks. Bodies give way to decease, but certain spirits prevail. A confident view succeeds both sides; normality’s cling to it for dear life—which it is. Or so it may seem.
Humans put themselves first and civilization second, leaving the latter for successors. Thoughts of import—the simple basics—mirrors that of predecessors. An odious blunder relapses: leaving governmental decisions with marks that shape civilizations to their whims; easily done owing to institutional loyalty. Supporting evidence: with astronomical debt and a sieve-like southern border, old lags happily swing to myriad amusements upon securing the bare essentials—corresponding monkeys in the wild. Nature dictates a preponderance of dependent personalities and a minority of independents. Orphic solons exploit this native rule with simplicity by garnering the sponsorship of masses, putting forward duplicitous schemes that appear plausible on the surface. Without the slightest investigation, hordes willfully fall in line not according to veracity, rather as they lack conviction.
When mis-leaders purpose to renovate a society, the intent evades self-absorbed publics that credit peculiar circumstances to chance. One must subvert to convert. Subversion exposes the individual, who becomes subject to secluded innovators. Translate this principle into a world perspective. All nations descending, forming into a singular mass of souls fit for destruction. A remnant relies on humankind for sure death. Where is life found?
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.
Do we yearn for demise? Not so. Rather, to be with the Lord. Indeed, we accept the foundation thereof and realize the promise. Conversely, to the unregenerate, transience looms as an adversary; certain people assert the potential to overcome it. Contrarywise, created beings hold no dominion over the soul—thank God.
And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
There is a false salvation. Note the Sovereign State of Rome exercising restraint while multiple ills coalesce. The time is approaching when humanity will seek deliverance from wars, famines, outbreaks, civil discord, financial calamities, and so-called natural disasters (conceding the subjunctive to the person who reads).
Return to harmonies between individuals and societies. It is shameful for an individual to boast particularly about their power, wealth even if true; the same for any society. Still, boasting is an essential part of American life. Quite unbecoming for a self-styled, God-fearing nation or person. Pride is an eerie plea for chastisement to materialize when the Lord chooses. Take heed:
2 Peter 3:9
The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
Human beings are defenseless against supernatural potencies. By vain imaginings, mere mortals give themselves over to spiritual wickedness. Barnstormers assume they’ll be the first to recognize governmental trickery. Once perceived, these troupers exert a precise influence over administrations, putting things right. Ostensibly, this world is rife with keen observers and acute psyches scanning the globe for the slightest indiscretion to pounce on in all virtue. Query the stellar national debt or permeable southern border and admirers caution, “don’t be too quick to judge.” Haunted officials conning fixated publics is an ancient praxis controlled by mutual arrogance.
If the hoi polloi accepted the establishment premise, they would prosecute it (taking part in a quadrennial referendum is pretense, however). Honesty prevents acolytes from contacting their representatives and voicing concern over matters. Indeed, it is easier than ever to reach out given technology. Therefore, we reckon blind faith drives populaces falling over backwards over amiable political representatives.
A nation is an inheritance. Inheritors consign certain liabilities to public officers. The first rule in politics: never trust a politician. Thus, heirs are liable as well, to ensure commissioners act accordingly by monitoring legislative proposals; communicate their preferences. Otherwise, the assumption is overseers know what’s best. (Genuinely, politics—like any field of endeavor—is not for everybody as everybody seems to believe). Comparatively, governors equate fosters, and the governed correspond wards. The vital question of authority arises in this scenario and age-old circumstances reveal both parties off-center.
Alas, inhabitants are mere observers summoning signs from couriers through mass mediums as regards what course to follow.
And when the people were gathered thick together, he began to say, This is an evil generation: they seek a sign; and there shall no sign be given it, but the sign of Jonas the prophet.