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VISIONS IN AMERICA II



By

Edward E. Rochon




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Visions in America II

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Some Other Works by the Author


Adam's Earth
American Theodicy: An Essay
Apocalyptic Timeline: An Essay
Atheism & Fraud: An Essay
Biblical Exegesis & Fraud: An Essay
Brattish Isles
Deist Check Off List
Divine Irony: An Essay
Drama Free Verse
For the Sexes: The Gate of Hell
Heresy
Job's Answer
Joy of Life in Verse

Misery of Life in Verse
Pentameter Evil
Pyramid of Ed

The Second Coming: An Essay
The Waist Land: A Parody
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Table of Contents

Title Page

Preface

Chapter 1: Visions

About the Author

Preface

[Preface to Visions in America]

Visions swirl about as weaves of biblical threads, lifetime tribulations, gleanings of experiences mostly unhappy. The dim reminiscences of the womb, of happier times, of the source of life before conception, of the omnipresence of divine potential subsuming the world of space and time. God is on Zion, on Tara, Sion, Malvern Hill, Ben Nevis, Kilimanjaro, Fuji, all his to rain and thunder upon, to swirl in snow, bathe with sunshine, moonshine, star shine.

The man of faith is never double minded, lest he lose his faith in doubt. The sage is forever double minded, lest he lose his sagacity in delusion and presumption. For who is omniscient but God, that he should be sure of anything but the most fundamental of axioms. And these axioms are lost in the broken webs of thought. Though he know of a certainty that 9 and 7 are 16, by poor penmanship, electrical misfiring, or psychic interference from devils or personal troubles, from fatigue or excitement, it comes out 15 or 17 or some endless chain of error.

The prophet and the sage, the righteous and the wise, the aspirant of either or both, and the wonderings and speculations on what is truth subsume our life.

So some visions came to me, and the thought that they shed some light, definite or speculative on the human travail, and I said that writers write about this and that. Write, writer, write for gain or loss, praise or condemnation. But God says to neither seek the one nor the other. Stand back in the congregation of men. Lest God call thee to the forefront, men are pariahs to truth, to honesty, and prophecy more curse than blessing by that miscreant nature. So bah, bah away while fading over the hill little lamb. And keep your fangs sharp and deadly with poisonous truth should the wolf accost you. For you will not suffer a bruised heel as when the constrictor bites what he cannot strangle the breath of life from, enemy of God, man and truth, but poison will stop your lying, ravenous heart and your brains chill in the cold void of space behind the fresh wind of life. The horsemen of famine, death, war, and plague will fall to earth, the horse wiser than the rider. As Balaam's ass was wiser than the seer, and evil Israel died on the borders of Israel, you do not know your snakes, Mordecai, nor the righteousness of God. Impure miscreant, beware the day of wrath, the day called Impurim Day. The play on words is nothing to God who sees further than Balaam. For you have polluted his word, impure people, and lest he wash you off from his glory, take heed.

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Anger and frustration, impatience for the good life, the shadow of fear impinging upon rationality, the usurpation of God's judgement with moral outrage as the excuse, the abondonment of divine aegis for the sake of selfrighteousness to no good effect, a desire to be of help to do one's duty, all crowd in about my inflamed psyche. She asks me what we should do in these trying times: “Do, do,” placing my finger to my lips, “why I should do my duty.”

Oh, Mr. Ed, you are a veritable fount of wisdom. I can always rely upon your sage advice and discretion,” she rejoinders. Oh, yes, there is a pun on do and duty. Duty does do what duty demands. Did the anglophone ever note that right, as in the right thing, right way, right ethical action is a homonym of write as in what the writer does? But Herr Hitler extols the voice above all else. For a demagogue, a deceiver, a hypnotist of the tired audience at 8:00 PM, we see his point. But Jesus spoke by voice nor wrote a word. Yes, and was crucified, died and was buried. Resurrected on the third day without any help from his audience, and always citing the written word throughout his ministry. How many saw the miracles of Moses, Elijah and believed and how many read and believed? And which group required more faith, and how many more of the them that read? More converts by word, whether read from the book (simply an audiobook before electronics) or by turning pages one by one.


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