Mockers

To be frank, I have really learned to appreciate the mockers of God. The land grows quiet, the road calls my name. Every so often one steps up to the plate. I'll tell you you're wrong and/or consider your point. I know the pieces fit, and I will figure out how that is true. You can be honest or not, at face value, these days I'll tell you truly it will not change the outcome, but it might change the time angle if you craft a lie resembling the truth closely enough, and wrap it in a pretty enough box. I throw out the ones that don't shimmer or sparkle or shine, if I ever choose to see them at all. Shoot, I imagine there is one I'd cherish forever, mayhaps I could replicate her, should I grow weary enough of seeking her true form out one of these days 🤔. Oh, let me count the ways...