Marbaniang, Domenic

Service brings reward, And Vice is a good slave-master, For it always recompenses; So does Virtue. But Vice is a vain-master For at dusk the hand is empty, And all gathering, Good when at hand; But to the end, a venomous sting. Pleasure is a murderer; Pain, a saviour: For, Pleasure sticks to the Present, While Pain looks to the Future. The Present is time; The Future, eternal. Time kills Contentment; Eternity, Boredom. Time is surface; Eternity, depth. Time is a shadow; Eternity, the real. Time’s encaged by Boredom; Which Pleasure strikes, to kill, But makes it stronger again; And the harder does Pleasure strike With ever decreasing strength, The stronger does Vice get, Killing Contentment. True Pleasure is Eternal Bringing eternal contentment. The eternal is beyond this time-bound-body. Therefore, true pleasure is non-physical. The physical is transitory. Pleasure kills Pain. Pleasure kills Work (Strain). Pleasure kills Thought And revels in Imagination. This body is death; So is Plea

I must be interested in people, they say. I’m not. I’m interested in ideals. People come and go: ideals do not. …. Reality is now visible, after many years. Childhood fancies of fairies and friars gone. I searched for an ideal, but in vain. What I’ve found is truth so cold, That untrained youth can’t hold. Religion is a cloak. Virtue is intermittent; vice, perpetual. Virtue is pretention; vice, desire. Virtue is a feeling; vice, the current. Virtue is a fancy; vice, reality. Man, in ministry, is a self-centered animal. The Christian…doesn’t exist. Heart is witness. Only Christ exists. And the Christian will never exist until Only Christ exists. Religion is the temple; secularity, the market. The temple can’t survive without the market. The market pervades the temple. June 6, 2007