Defining Terrorists

How strange it is that language can betray

certain anomalies in social discrimination

linking words and their values both to

events and to perpetrators and victims. 

Infamously in New York City terrorists

cunningly with extreme prejudice infiltrated 

the pilot-training industry to avail themselves

of limited practise in what would ultimately

become a wholesale slaughter of horrendous

proportions. Belgium, France, Britain, Spain and

other countries of the West had experience of

terrorist attacks, mourning the deaths of their

nationals at the bloody hands of terrorists. Yet

any time that Jews are violently attacked or

an atrocity targets Jews as in high-profile events

where terrorists infiltrated Munich to entrap

and murder competitive athletes who happened

to be Israeli, who happened to be Jews the

nomenclature chosen to describe terrorists

is 'activists', their deadly crime diminished by

the anodyne descriptive tinged with emotive

sympathy not for the victims but the killers.

 

 

Conventions of Conflict

Conflict has emerged from its conventional

predictability toward a marked tilt in favour

of the aggressor with new rules of engagement.

Gone the era when the attacked used all means 

at their disposal to bring to the attacker precisely

what has demolished its infrastructure, felled

its production, murdered its population and

countered its military on the even grounds of

giving as good as you get. The new formula

differs substantially from the tried-and-true

where the country under violent siege is given

rein to defend and protect on its soil but never

to venture across a border to bring to the enemy

the same battlefield conditions it has imposed

on their civilians, their hospitals, their schools

traumatizing their children, sending them to

bunkers to shrink in fear at every thunderous

blast inflicted on their homes and families. The

normal human reaction of defence leading to

revenge with no other avenues of attaining peace

with an adversary motivated by hatred, forbidden.

Nature's Sublime Season

 

There is magic afoot in the spring garden.

A waterfall of tiny white flowers spiral

over the Bridal Wreath spirea, the pink petals

of the Magnolia tree flutter in the breeze

a snowfall's-worth of white blooms gather

under the Jade crabapple tree and the yellow

blossoms of the flowering pea trees tease

bumbling bees intent on harvesting nectar

in competition with hummingbirds whose

iridescent green flashes against the bees' gold

in a symphony of colour, a harvest dance of

pollen and nectar the gentle collision of animal

and vegetation the garden delights in. Summer

annuals in exquisite form, texture and hue on

the other hand, feed the hungry eyes of the

gardener who selects, plants and nurtures the

garden in an assist to nature's sublime season.

 

 

Violating Community Standards

Ah well, someone invoked the censors. It

seems the title of your version of a news item

and the blog entry clarifying it gave offence.

The censors note for your edification that it

cannot be published unless obligatory alterations

are made rendering the piece inoffensive and

thus incomplete. The title alone must have been

the arresting notice: 'Conquest-Seeking, Death-

Threatening Iran' -- qualifying the entry on your

Politic? blog an offence against 'Community

Standards'. Containing as it did quotes from

noted journalists with proper attribution along 

with forbidden personal perceptions it was judged

unfit for publication. By the very same media

titan that sees no problem in hosting on its sites

religious fanatics who openly declare their hatred

and sinister plans to obliterate a state and its people. 

Long past time to recognize that position appears

to meet the exacting metric of community standards.

Ageless Verities in Transition

There was a time when we socially nourished 

pride in our children, to feel good and proud 

about who and what they were, unique and primed 

to take their place in life and the society around 

them. When they were assured that the world was

open to their ambitions and they could attain to

anything in life they strove toward. Now a different 

pride is instructing children in a manner entirely 

unique to a social stream unrecognizable to our 

parental roles long past. Educators, social workers 

and medical authorities are instructing children

born of our children that biological parameters

of science are fluid, sufficiently flexible to

assure them that they can be anything that

inspires and attracts their transitioning from 

gender to gender in a world view well beyond 

anything we might have imagined. The academic 

instructions we took for granted in preparation 

toward the self agency of adulthood and functional

guidance now augmented featuring instructions 

on safe and pleasurable use of recreational drugs 

and sex preparing the youth of today to become the

leaders of a future we can only dimly imagine.

 

 

Nothing is Forever

There are beginnings and there are ends

on a scale measured by human perception.

We are born to maturation and are borne 

relentlessly to death and oblivion. Yet that is 

not the measure of species endurance which 

persists as long as nature permits. Extinction 

is the means by which nature wipes clean a 

slate impaired by its own success in claims to

immortality for nothing fits that category

not even the celestial bodies spinning through

the vast dark realms of nature's purview. 

Where all the elements of the universe can

coalesce and disperse, flare and attract or

repulse, expand and contract. The vast seas

of space where heavenly objects navigate their

erratic presence through far distant galaxies

immeasurable and powerful where time is 

eternity and existence is a question with no 

response for nature's blueprints are hers

to dispose of as her inclination determines.

 

 

Grave New World

Expressions of mindspeak. Denials and unfortunate

indiscretions. Anonymity. Exposure. Context.

There was a time when private opinions remained

that way. When those in trust were known to

speak vicariously for those unable to speak for

themselves in public. Private conversations meant

for private ears. Not to be divulged. One's Janus

countenance merely glimpsed. Trust and belief

secured in the public realm remained that way.

Sudden outbursts of heedless exposure illuminating

character out of character. Visceral reactions

leading to forbidden statements the road to actual

perdition. That was then. This is now when acute

online sleuthing reveals all radiating from the dark

web directly to social media where legacy media

inherits and displays all the foibles and misdemeanours

of careless commitments; the oblivious become odious

for there is no cave of mind deep and dark enough

to shield reality from emerging to the light of

discovery. A new bible of social illiteracy revealed.

 

 

Nomenclature of Divine Death Delivery

 

Anywhere on Western soil where acts of random terror 

are committed through the infiltration of state defence 

of people and values authorities name it for what it is: terrorism

death through the violence of theocratic conviction in a

cause viewed by the perpetrators as their sacred mission.

When their faith demands it they are absolved of murder 

for the method and the means are a consecration of 

their faith, making them no less terrorists in the view 

of the attacked. When the major obstacle to coerced 

conversion is the indifference of disinterest death is 

deemed deserved and the attackers boast of their love

of death, scorning the qualms of others that they may not 

live another day. In homage to the glory of theism death 

is but a minor surrender of self for a higher purpose 

 culminating in elevation to a higher plane of existence

forever glorified as a blessed martyr. The origins of that 

existential conflict is one between conflicting spiritual 

masters, praising and pleasing the sanctified, acts of  

human debasement of the life force of humanity in a 

quaint reversal of apprehensions, where terrorists

become 'activists', 'fighters' or 'militants' when they 

mount deadly assaults on a target the world at large 

has experienced exhaustive efforts to achieve in vain.

Nature's Handmaiden

There may be a hidden garden nymph

deep within that incessantly casts spells on

unsuspecting gardeners. How else

to account for the mystic fever that

overtakes the senses of those with a

penchant to immersing themselves in

nature's mysteries of the seasons

much less the proclivities of annuals

to comfortably ensconce themselves

in areas of the world far from the

havens whose native species they are?

At the very least a garden muse who

whispers beguilingly in one's ear

prompting the hysteria of seasonal

spring planting to relieve the tedium

of white in favour of a rainbow's burst

of colour. And so we surrender ourselves

to the irresistible, feverishly planting

and cossetting plants beloved of that

strange species that call themselves the

harbingers of form and fragrance in the

exquisite delicacy of a garden well loved.

From Each According To His Ability, To Each According To His Needs

Workers of the world -- Unite! Throw off

the oppressive yoke of capitalism and join

together as one dedicated to the welfare of

the state that represents your collective

interests in attaining a better life, where

all of life's necessities are at your demand

in this brave new world courtesy of universal

communism; all that matters in life held in

common ownership, privileges for none. 

Collectivism absent the spark of personal

advantage made for poor production but that

mattered less to the Soviets than obedience

to their rule of ideology. A leadership that

saw no reason why they should be deprived

of the bonuses of good living and so dachas

and limousines and acquired fortunes were

mere adjuncts of entitled prerogatives. Now

the Russian Federation while yet tenderly

clasping its ideology favours its very own

brand of capital enabling the power of coercive

inducements when blandishments fail with a

leader for whom Soviet-era hegemony is once

again the order of the day and a palace for

every day of the week suits the leader's 

sense of self-aggrandizement to acknowledge

the personal sacrifices he musters of benefit

to national history, culture and inclination.

 

Jack the Godly

A mysterious Merlin lives in the forest

hermit-like and arcane in habit

preferring dark, moistly shaded

areas hidden from the sun's brilliant rays

for he has secrets not to be divulged

and is shy of recognition much

preferring subtle camouflage to 

become invisible to the vagrant eye

his green hood disguising the purple-green

stripes of a jaunty hidden cape 

discreetly curled over the elegance

of his reproductive organ for

Jack-in-the-Pulpit is not a flasher

but a wickedly modest forest denizen.

Defining Dysphoria

Well hello there. You're quite the figure.

Big and brawny. The quintessential figure

in fact of a well-endowed male of the

human species. But I understand. We all

at one time or another in our lives feel out

of sorts, put out, dissatisfied with the hand

genetics has dealt us. In your case, I see, a

heavy hand where you prefer a more delicate

one. How is that described in a dictionary?

Let's see: 'A state of unease or generalized

dissatisfaction with life'. Well, sure, some

people are fixated on wealth, on notoriety

on celebrity. Others want to be beautiful

unhappy with what the mirror tells them. Not

too many, I suspect yearn to be intellectually

brilliant. Some, though see themselves as

exceptionally talented athletes yet competing

in their field as they were born is unfulfilling

since they weren't born champions. Oh, yet

another dictionary descriptive of dysphoria:

"Adolescents with depression, dysphoria, mania 

and anxiety disorders." Is that you? Taken all

together preferring to ignore biology and log

into another gender conferring entitlements

otherwise unattainable  --  is that fulfilling?

Enter At Risk

 

The forest shields its mysteries well yet

it is not entirely averse to yielding them

to those familiarizing themselves with its

discrete and hidden byways knowing there

exists within its open confines the drama

of life and death in a never-ending cycle

of opportunity and survival. There where

the dens of foxes and coyotes compete as

carnivores as much as hawks and owls

make quick work of prey not swift enough

to outrun their predations. Under the forest

floor snakes patrol their dark territory while

above raccoons with their clever grasping

hands advantage themselves wholesale as

clever beasts of the forest which hosts an

array of lifeforms benign or hostile with a

share of edible vegetation balanced by

counterparts harmful and poisonous. So do

take care on entering this haven of wild

though humanity's penchant for destruction

violating nature's sacred trust elevates

harm to a degree no forest denizens can.

Natural Deselection

 

There is a universality of migration on this 

planet Earth for not only has humanity migrated 

from its initial place of origin moving from continent 

to continent in the dim distant past, so too have 

other animals save those whose existence is one 

of great sequestration on a remote island where 

sea swells and deep sea trenches are in and of 

themselves a grave deterrence to escape. Over the 

millennia hordes of conquest-driven humanity 

have raided and despoiled others, consuming the

heritage and culture of the conquered in a dramatic 

upheaval of people and history. The nature of 

migration so deeply engrained in the subconscious 

movement, incremental and durable enters the 

gene pool while those indigenous to a geography 

bemoan fleeing tradition, enmeshed in those of 

interlopers'. Yet the very universality of migration 

so deeply a part of all living organisms sees insects 

and vegetation setting out on similar journeys of

discovery, where they invasively colonize great swaths 

of foreign territory, in the process consigning to

oblivion original living elements of native species.

Brought to You by Royal Ascent

Whatever you're doing it isn't important.

Look sharp now, you wouldn't want to miss

any of the histrionic editions of the Royal

House of Harry and Megan  now, would you?

You must be aware that theatrics at this level

of skill magnetizes a world starved of high

drama by a playwright whose venom runs

deep in resentment of a world that failed to

recognize her gifts to society until the advent

of her union with a petulant prince pining

for sympathy as an ill-done-by overlooked

second to a throne. With her guile and capacity

for invention, and his violated trust as a

pathetic princeling who inherited his mother's

penchant for pouting and publicly decrying

lovelessness while in hot pursuit of passion

she has found her metier, her purpose in life

and he has found his salvation, while the world

has discovered another slick and sad Soap Opera.

 

 

The Flag of Endurance, Survival

As a vital symbol of identity a national flag

speaks of pride in a collective spirit of

belonging. Belonging to a people

to a culture, a common history and ethos

of values invariably linked to spirituality.  

The familiarity of its identity shouts out

to the world, here we are and here we mean

to remain for eternity for no internal divisions

and no external probes to test our resolve

can ever dislodge us. Take us for what we are

true to our own and a benefit to the world at large.

Its distinctiveness is symbolic of the diverse

nature of the people. This is a people that has

returned to its ancestral land and no earthly

power will ever separate them again. A land

that awaited retrieval from abandonment and

now abounds in the richness of abundance.

The flag signifies heritage and history, pain

and forbearance,  hope and tragedy, above all

the endurance of a people committed to

themselves and their imperishable will.

 

This Ancient Land

This storied ancient land of your ancestors

has been your home for thousands of years

documented and authenticated and over

those years of tumult and mass migrations

your tribal forbears multiplied and life was

good interrupted throughout historical time

by the tides of conquest and occupation and

ultimately mass expulsion following revolts

where liberty and autonomous freedom in

their sovereign lands failed to secure that

recognition of entitlement in the face of 

aggravated territorial expansion. The mass

dispersal settled throughout the greater region

extending far beyond to the world at large.

Yet not all your family joined the diaspora

in preference to remaining in their ancestral

land. A land of milk and honey attracting a

motley group of people from neighbouring

lands who now clamour violently that land is

their own patrimony, as is the promise from 

on high, along with sacred symbolism and the

prophets and scriptures specific to your very

own inheritance. Interlopers whose malice is

equal to their capacity to inflict grave harm unto

death to you and yours. As for justice meted 

out in this world, there is scant, for sympathy

lies with those mewling their victimhood even

as they flail about in rage and viciously attack

your people. A people that throughout the ages

has faithfully sought its place, forever denied.

 

 

For Your Eyes Only

Children read books of fantasy and delight

of hidden secret chambers to enter where

suddenly they are in a transporting

environment of living green benevolently

embraced by giant old trees whose leaves

gleam translucently emerald, the sun a

magnificent diamond of light and warmth

and every step along a softly cushioned floor

of leafy mould brings them to a pause of wonder

at bright floral heads nodding in a gentle breeze.

You were that child, you were once in nature's

soft embrace and she offered you jewels of the

forest to touch tenderly, the fragrance of spring

tickling your nose, your feet sinking into the

leafmass of generations of forest renewal. You

are still the child that nature invited for that

gesture is a permanent fixture in your life merely

temporarily set aside. You may enter the serene

environs of that forest at your leisure, for nothing

has changed and there you will find those jewels

the emerald foliage, the ruby blossoms, the sapphire

sky and the diamond sun all awaiting your return.

 

 

 

Grandchild

 

There she is, the lone
grandchild, basking in
the adoration of grandparents
hailing the exquisite
existence of one of
life's true miracles.

The child lingers on the
cusp of adolescence
venturing awkward steps
into adulthood, flashes
of the child still readily
apparent and exhibited.

Her adoring grandparents
see physical perfection,
applaud her lyrical grace
and pithy observations.

They delight in the presence
of this chimera whose
every emotion they clearly
read and exult in,
perfection incarnate.

Was it not ever so?

 

The Terror of Deadly Militarism

 

The world rears  up in disbelieving anger

bellowing in the stentorian voice of group rage

its condemnation of Islamist terrorism when

Europe or countries of the Western alliance

are attacked with the murderous assault of jihad. 

Fear creeps into the minds of citizens as they absorb 

news of yet another assault on democracy and 

human rights, and the dark night of terror has achieved 

its twofold purpose. Those same agents of terror 

suddenly become 'militants' when their focus sharpens 

on one tiny nation, an island of democracy in a great sea 

of autocratic rule; sheikdoms, kingdoms, theocracies 

where the terror that reigns is mostly internal and where 

Islamist violence committed in these national enclaves 

is now summarily and violently extinguished. Among them

that sliver of land, an ancestral, indigenous territory

heralding the return of an ancient people to an ancient

land is ferociously and continuously attacked as an

interloper where its Judaic presence is held as an

insult to Islam, the latter-day belief lifting its precepts

from the very religion it has pledged to exterminate.

Re-Purposing Compassion

The question must be asked of earnest altruists 

determined to stop those equally determined to 

remove themselves from the global gene pool: 

Why intervene? Need may be the mother of 

invention and thrift the gift that keeps giving 

but if in the process the issue at hand goes into 

reversal what is gained? Take the oft-quoted remedy

for disposal of an unwanted gift; re-wrap and gift 

elsewhere. Take safe injection sites where dedicated 

health workers dispense needles and narcotics 

meant to diminish the impact reliance of addicts

on more dangerous recreation drugs in a remedial

government-supported effort to save lives. Not to 

purpose weaning away from drugs but to ensure 

safe injection and less transmission of pathogens 

between addicts. Who might have foreseen that 

the supplied 'safe' and less powerful drugs would

find their way on the street for resale, in turn

funding the acquisition of morbidly harder drugs

with the earned reputation of a mounting death toll?

 

The Infamy of a Territorial Nation

The civilized world has reason to be wary

when paranoia meets victimization in a

frightening marriage of rage to mete out a

distorted 'justice' for those believing themselves

to be victims of others' good fortunes. The

consequences gather in forces of minds

distorted by self-pity surrounding themselves

with the compassionate empathy of those all

too willing to give credence to a program of

slanders magnified by hate and vengeance. No

longer does an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

suffice to assuage the rage for those believing they

have been empowered to wreak destruction on

the objects of their rage when opportunity is

taken to unleash the hounds of war unrestrained

by any vestige of human reason. People will be

slaughtered en masse, cities will be levelled to

grinding rubble, fields will be planted with bombs

and an orgy of death-dealing pursued while the

target of unbridled slaughter rise up in their own

defence, eliciting greater brutish carnage from

those whose minds have lost lost contact with 

reality, incensed their victims dare resist death.

Selling Canada to the Life-Worn and Weary

Come to Canada! A country with more

than its share of natural beauty in its lakes

and rivers, mountains and forests. Not to

discount the richness of its natural resources.

Natural resources the envy of the world but

no richness must befall the nation since its

prime minister insists that oil and gas must

remain in situ. Food is plentiful in this country.

It is, indeed, one of few nations that sends out

copious levels of grains and seeds to a hungry

world. Alas, it will become scarcer since its

prime minister sees relevance in abstaining from

the use of fertilizer lest the environment object.

Canada's universal medicare, its livable cities

have suffered a setback for the lamentable lack 

of both physicians and affordable housing. Its

prime minister nonetheless graciously invites

the homeless and discontent of the world to come

and join its workforce. Mind, their visas will be

long in coming since illegal migrant applications

take precedence and the legal ones wait...and wait.

This land of wealth and opportunities also offers

solutions to ill health, unhappiness and poverty in

access to medical assistance to dying for the elderly,

sick, discontent, poor and mentally disturbed. If

on the other hand, opioid addiction rules and ruins

your life, solutions there are also available through

compassionate street clinics offering sterile needles

and medical-grade narcotics to wean one from a life

of degradation and hopelessness, yet another well

intentioned intervention leading to untimely death.

A Satisfying Life

There is an elegant conformation in there,
deep within the black-grey unruly mop.
Her eyes watch warily beyond their
impairment. She trusts only to a certain
degree, insisting on her venerable entitlements.
She does not now take kindly to the usual
ministrations and unwanted manipulations
that offend her sovereign integrity and dignity.

Grooming results please us, but not of
necessity, her. It is, after all, her hair, her
teeth, her nails that we so officiously insist on
engaging with, and she feels understandably
affronted at our presumption, for she does not
impose her values upon us, so why must we
incessantly discommode her peace?

It helps not one iota that she now hears nothing
and sees almost as much. We do insist, on
occasion, that she submit to the process
whereby extraneous hair is shorn and once
again emerges the lovely little dog we adopted
eighteen years ago. Regardless, she would
much prefer not to be so importuned.

Take it or leave her be, for she yet remains
capable of and interested in long, guided
woodland rambles, albeit now forgetful of
long-familiar direction. And she remains
staunchly committed to meal times, with their
very important, anticipated treats. What more,
after all, should a satisfying life be comprised of?

 

Sunkist Lifeforce

 

It is a total awakening

the touch of the sun on one's

face, hands, wherever flesh is

exposed. The warmth of life

itself for without that gesture

of reassurance that all is right

with the heavens above

there can be no life. A fleshing

of the senses, a reawakening

the realization that day dawns

and the radiance and warmth

of the sun will follow you

through the course of the day

to set the course of one's own

nightly retirement. What to liken

the life-enhancing, life-giving

comfort of the sun to? Why of course

the quickening of the flesh and

the flush of sheer pleasure when your

beloved smiles, those sensations

rival the treasures of life.

Afloat On A Sea of Consciousness

 

Each of us is an island

afloat on a sea of consciousness

surrounded by other islands

remote, isolated to wend our way

through the channels of life.

There are ships that occasionally

hove into view, a passenger

debarks to join us in an

empathy of togetherness.

Two islands floating in a tandem

of emotional need. In time the

islands approach a shoal

leaving one marooned while

the other moves on. Alone again.

Time and the tides are eternal.

We as unique islands are not.

 

In The Eye of the Beholder

Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder

which begs the question of this philosophical

observation: why is it that so many fail to

recognize beauty in the most fundamental of 

all possible arenas, where the lens of so many

eyes remain oblivious to the gifts that generous

nature offers us in abundance? No day is quite

the same as the day preceding it nor those that

follow. The quick and questing mind looks

about in a wonder of ephemeral choices given

humanity through courtesy of the seasons as they

appear in the wilderness of a forest untouched

by humanity's penchant for urbanizing the appeal

of a landscape in its natural verdant splendour. 

Seek, said the sage, and ye shall find. Yet few

seem to care and will never approach raw nature

nor feel its nurturing grace. For those that do its

rewards are manifold and life-affirming -- for the

arcane wonder of our obligation to the natural

force of existence both exalts and comforts us.

Whither Canada? Practising Progressive Politics

Is it possible to be unctuous and at the

very same time arrogant? On the evidence

it seems so; for ingratiating himself with

those of whom he anticipates grovelling

acquiescence he charmingly dotes on until

such time their own sense of moral urgency

becomes a threat to his theatrical pageantry

of virtuous dedication to all that practising

progressive politics denotes -- be it condemning

racism, homophobia, misogyny and injustice

while secretly harbouring all of those sins

discreetly -- rarely to betray himself for the

rancid hypocrite that he is. A leader who

invites the entry to a country he labels racist

of immigrants, migrants and refugees viewing

them as potential workforce material for a

government urgently requiring upgraded income

in compensation for its lavish expenditures of

taxpayer funding while finding it convenient

to rid the country of the burden of citizens

no longer capable of contributing to the social

weal by extending to them the attractions of

state-assisted suicide. His vision of a post-

national country glorying in his imprimatur

of aggrandized nobility, a once-proud nation

winces in consternation and manages to endure.

 

 

Astronomica

 

File No.PIA10969
NASA/JPL

Newtonian celestial mechanics
Transit of Venus
apparition of Halley's Comet
parallactic methodology
refining the astronomical unit.

Telescopic astronomy
honouring, celebrating Galileo.
Lunar, Jovian observations.
Astrophysics, planetary astronomy;
astrobiology, instrumentation;
guide and mentor.

Evolutionary astronomy
marking, remarking the solar system.
Domain of organic life.
Visual, observational astronomers
craft of celestial surveillance.
From "life on other worlds"
to Hawking's radiation.
Sun and stars moving in orbit.

We, the centre of the
Stellar universe.

 

 

The Seasons' Revolving Tenancy

 

Long after winter was given its initial notice

of cancellation, ordered to evacuate the 

landscape in a timely manner to enable

spring the opportunity to re-arrange the

interior design of forests, lakes and mountains

winter took its usual umbrage at ingratitude

for the splendours of downy snow and

translucent ice on display, dispatching in its

displeasure late-season storms of ice driven

by forceful winds until its reign could no

longer be sustained. Enter spring to a morose

and grey landscape, leafless and loveless where

not a leaf on forest canopies to relieve the

stark sere landscape met the eye. Day after

day of dreary rain ensued as birds sang

paeans of praise in hopes of uplifting spring's

sodden spirit. Beguiling flattery has its place

and soon early spring flowers arose on the

forest floor through the rich humus of those

generations of fallen leaves, celebrating new life!

Medieval Savagery

How strange it seems in the modern era

that a religion born in the mind of a an

otherwise-unremarkable man, a merchant

of vision claiming the Almighty empowered

him to bring faith to Bedouin tribes remains

fixed in medieval savagery through its 

assigned struggle to dominate and bring the

world's uninitiated to surrender mind and body

in service to an obeisance-demanding faith.

One whose faithful are enjoined to embark on

the same conquest by deadly persuasion as did

their forbears. The vast numbers who praise

that holy spirit for its grace and its mercy do

not hesitate to pillage and slaughter in the name

of that image on high for the greater purpose

of bringing humanity's hordes to the sacred

service of Islam. The humane universal concept

of human rights unheeded in the greater interests

of duty to the faith. For there are no rights but

those that elevate the singular glory of Islam.