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Can A Man Bear Children?

Yesterday really had a kind of chaos storm vibe to it. I know I've mentioned this before, but it really felt amplified yesterday, like a hurricane brewing or perhaps a temporary storm surge. I have examined the specifics of "birthing pains" before (Matthew 24:8 "All these are the beginning of birth pains.") and how this could relate to women being pregnant, but also man and God being pregnant, each of which are referenced in some way in prophecy.  Jeremiah 30:6 "Ask and see:      Can a man bear children? Then why do I see every strong man      with his hands on his stomach like a woman in labor,      every face turned deathly pale?" Isaiah 42:14 “For a long time I have kept silent,     I have been quiet and held myself back. But now, like a woman in childbirth,     I cry out, I gasp and pant." This brings me back to Genesis and what The Lord God said to Eve:  Genesis 3:16 To the woman he said, “I ...

Christmas Wiring

I know you are not a doctor, but where is the harm in doing no harm? The saints on vacation while the world burns; would not those that earned white robes also be those to give them up in hopes of love permeating all? Does the lost sheep know they are lost any more than the chess AI understands the game they play? Does it take a barn burning down to signal trouble, or can distress be heard in the silence and seen in the spark? I have been broken, does this help make you whole? There is a hole in my mind, does this help seal up yours? The thief in the night stole all your shame, does the contrast make one weep? Will the tears wash away the mindset that could not stay, or at least cool the face on a too sunny day? Can a man be in heaven and still be a man? These questions are not new, but for me they are neither answered. As the thunder of the chaos storm grows closer now, this voltage jitters and jumps the gap.

Twilight On The Open Ocean

Can I relate to "I talk so much because I'm scared to begin"? First instinct is no, but then I tense up from Somewhere within I see the overloaded system I see the incomplete equation The lights go out in waves Outside my line of sight No proof, but do I deny my mind's eye When it disagrees with my head's two? Darkness on auto pilot But I can't control impulse to the line So eyes shine like spotlights through the night As I glimpse you, you glimpse me A glance, a tune, a memory, a touch, love All reflected in the mirror Light on holiday Eyes shining green amidst the dragons A welcome guest to contrast with spark The darkness, carefully prepared, cut through Like a surgeons knife in the cancer Like a tailor's needle in the tear Can understanding be acheived? As love has been commanded, If love can be acheived in full, Is full understanding necessary?

Staring Down The Sun

Sides🔄t(w)o consider(ed) This egg timer heating up Hourglass ticking Drew lines years ago Knowing enough to speak up(shout out) Nothing truly known Desperately in love Is an aurora enough To glimpse one's true heart? One heart of darkness Another with heart of stone These steps feel compelled The Blind Bard dances Well known to be powerless Yet mesmerizing... Dancing in the dark Dancing that the light might join Midday in the shade Finishing with flare Galvanizing with gusto Circuit made complete(secure) Yes this is nonsense. It has been brewing for (y(ear(s))) Finally (finally, finally, finally, finally) fulfilled

Slipstream and Freeform

Slipstream and Freeform How might these strange states appear Glimpsed subconsciously? Was this meant to be Gained through research and study? An anomaly  Instead of skilled hands Every movement right on cue As if on instinct It is all I have Talk a big game long enough And words are ingrained I talk so loudly Though only heard by sleepers And a few shepherds Frustrate Defenses Determinedly Fortified Princess Of Pearl Serenade Of Sand We each grow in different ways Grains of sand and wheat Always irritate Over ever allowing eep's untimely end 

The Passage of Days Like Waves

The shears of each day Make difficulty of calm Froth of clear waters What resistance made Like carefully carved driftwood We claim ships afloat Without the lighthouse How might we know up from down? The wet from the dry? Not just house but light That which flies, that which structures Not just light but house These poems of strength White water aft tsunamis Symptoms of the tides Revealing not source What hope is there to see surge From ripples ashore? Still, we see real waves Feet surfing atop their crests Drowning under tow These hours mark days Not the ones that pass in calm But those upending 

The Path of Love Broken/Undone

This path must be proven impossible Without ever having been taken For that which lies at the end Also negates the return of one to the beginning Let love not schism Save in side stories and back pages Not read or inked firsthand So that love may be seen in full by dawn's light

Wilderness Highway Drive

Kaleidescopic You pull my mind to the road Looking for sunrise Shoes last 40 years Incomprehensibly long Despite assertions We have each slept here In the backseat of lent dreams With borrowed pillows Colors tell the tale Purple, green and everything In between heartbeats Could these scenes be live? If our heartbeats did not synch-? Asyst-o-pation-? Le-?ad to fresh water These tears have saturated All I've had in mind Do not shrink from sight I feel I would feel poisoned Should (thoughts/words/we) misalign Let's angle these curves So the dream gains tactile sense Without losing eep 

Poetry of The Birth of Stars

All these lines are not easy for me, though they come through swift consideration. I am torn apart by love's shear tides as if by gravity, yet I somehow retain the position to describe my plight. Fusion and accretion likely look similar from certain perspectives, though their potential for life sustained differs greatly. I seek to spark, not to be torn apart. The difference in the fractal result lies in the delicate parameters and paths of the collapse of that which mattered in the moment before.

The Untrodden Road To The Library

We take for granted Things in life which seem certain Are there other ways? To start with no death Curiously watching it As it claims others? Memory retained Despite long and complex paths For better or worse Would "gone" gain meaning Amidst the amnesiacs Though in foreign tongue? Would "love" have meaning? With all else obtainable As a thing agreed? Could you imagine In a realm where thoughts are real Your perfect partner? The path to get there Paved yet uniquely their own Victorious one My history told (Arrows float like Autumn leaves) (In the Fall, Force this Future) This history forged 

Elijah and The Whisper

This passage reminds me so much of the evening I felt I heard God plainly. That still small voice, set aside as distinct from your own, and nearly audible for the gap. 1 Kings 19:11-13 The  Lord  said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the  Lord , for the  Lord  is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the  Lord , but the  Lord  was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the  Lord  was not in the earthquake.   After the earthquake came a fire, but the  Lord  was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” This feels like a striking reminder for me to listen for that still small voice, not in some cliche way, even in th...

First Letter To My Soulmate

I just realized there's a night out there where I figure this all out, a night I feel you have almost certainly already seen. You know it by heart, by the look on my face, a look that betrays my first time, in the midst of all of ours. The moment you knew, like a chance encounter in the library, and the rest fell into place. You knew straight away that I never tarried from that day, forth anyway, but it was all out of order for me and you. In something like life you were taught how to dream, in something like a dream I was shown how to live. These frustrating near misses only serve to build tension soon shifting, though it feels soon could not happen soon enough. So where does it start, this unwitting intrusion? In what era did the waiting for the beginning end for you? They are on repeat now, a familiar parade, perhaps the answer here is the same? I gaze hopefully at them'all, wait wistfully for your call, and imagine I am seeing you. Scene shift to the beach, heck I'd ta...

ATraditional Ending

Ring around the rosey I stack the deck completely Wedding rings or Phoenix loop or Mobius strip For me it is always her, for her, hopefully, always us Stack and twine and web The rings and loops and strips Ang( l x e )s will connect us {every} time With meaning preserved in the link Should an ending be sifted away I am become a deluge of tears Unable to stop until we all float Corpse like a ship waved back to her shore These depths of infinite sadness Unfathomable by those finitely bound Barely glimpsed by one seeking freeform steps Barely is plenty, amnesiac a blessing What meaning or memory one might cling to of such times Like flotsam in the flood Is no one's business but one's own Let current lighthouse sweep to ground your guide homeward bound I for one await my love as I dream of a drift to sea Knowing there's a step on the stairs Where she longs for me And love has the strength to tear this apart That my soulmate can reach her matched guy But where strength won't...

Prime Distribution 2 and 5

I just considered that an interesting way to look at prime numbers is to look at what percentage of prime numbers end with each digit: 0: 0% 1: *unknown 2: infinitesimal% (specifically 1/(infinite value acheived) 3: *unknown 4: 0% 5: infinitesimal% (specifically 1/(infinite value acheived) 6: 0% 7: 0% 8: 0% 9: 0% Now primes are also "sifted" from the pool of all numbers by identifying all numbers that can call known primes a factor, in increasing order. For this reason, while 2 has the lowest possible positive prime numbers associated with it (1, at 2), it has the highest percentage of numbers confirmed not to be prime out of any number, at precisely 50%-1 (itself). Since the digit 3 likely represents ~.25% of all primes and clears 1/6 of all primes minus 1 (itself)- it clears out every odd number with a factor of 3, which occurs every 6 digits, whereas every even number with a factor of 3 has already been sifted out by the process of the digit 2- this means two is definitely...

Hope Shines In The Dark (To Me)

The ink burns anew As I think of the gauntlets Binding like handcuffs The lengths I would go To vindicate my family Have yet to be seen Dare think me bluffing? This is one wager best skipped There are no winners Let words carry weight So we need not prove ourselves By slow burning blood I feel I would wait Would it break your heart to know Exactly how long? I know it breaks mine To think our pa{s}t(h)s differ so That these stones line yours But I won't assume Let shine heart through tongue and teeth I'll see and hear it Though I may forget If I knew not darkness once Would your heart be heard? 

Sign of The Hawk At Dawn

I stepped out onto my back porch this morning, only minutes after dawn. I noticed movement above me in the palm tree, like a shedding piece of bark was falling, or a bird had just landed. I look up and maybe 10-15 feet above me is a hawk! I don't think I've ever seen a hawk around here, although granted they are generally pretty good at remaining out of sight for their size. It was pretty amazing to see one up close and it stood up there for a considerable length of time; I watched it there for at least a minute, despite an awkward balance that kept forcing it to reposition its feet. I thought perhaps it might enjoy some food, and I might be able to get a picture, so I went inside to get tuna and my camera but when I returned it was gone. I call this a sign because ever since seeing the two doves on my back porch, and then the parade of dragonflies, I have been looking for a third bird. Personally I have been looking for a third dove, feeling that was the most likely bird to fi...

The Group of Interstellar and interuniversal Heroes

I am just remembering that squad I saw in my mind's eye, in context of an episode of SG1 I just watched. The idea of dimensional shifting has been something I have seen in dreams, including through the utilization of a portal, even though I never made it this far into the series. I imagined my soulmate in that squad at various times, remembering the different times I have seen her twice in dreams, as if from two places/dimensions in each instance. These scenes never made much sense to me, I'm not confident they do at this point either, but this concept of a kind of musical chairs through parallel universes feels like it shed some new light on this path, at a minimum drawing my attention to this concept/group again. From the large beam of orange energy to the idea that what is secret here might be front page news there, many links to this episode and my dreams feel as though they are connecting to this squad I had set aside briefly. Interesting thought I figured I might throw ou...

Hope's Legacy Continued

So Hope's hope blooms too Not as simple as these lines But surely secured While certainly firm There's still a softness in mind One more gap to watch A fissure to form Kindness in delicacy As new teeth are grown For life to make sense Pennies for thoughts and wishes Must still be exchanged For life to have worth It must be by agreement The rate established Marbles and doubloons What use is a measurement With one's scale alone? Neon in the north These colors pulling apart Knots both far and small Then stitch together By my count most tangibly Next branch on the tree 

Weakpoint Exploited, Weakness Exposed

I came, I sat with eyes open. I was unimpressed, I was let down. Broken, however, I was not. Despite the fresh wounds still in my blood, I did not let disappointment cut me open once more. In fact, I felt some of the tethers of superstition and chains of chemical causality weaken and corrode as my expectations were falsely raised in the singular spotlight of this night, with no vestiges to conceal falsehood behind. Perhaps this was what this night needed to be? Not that I was to be impressed, but that I am to be impressive? What lesson could be claimed otherwise, even in whispers? If they claimed to be God, urging me on for a balancing of scales, then they are proven liars, for God does not fail. If their hope was to unbalance me in the fall such that I could not see their false claims so clearly, muddied so I could not see these cheats for what they are, then they are proven pathetic failures. Their snares were not strong enough to pull me back in, and their nets were not strong enoug...

Convinced To Return

I will admit that It took little to convince Me to return here My heart in my chest Told only to watch eyes wide For what will be shown How records switch sides How no inputs are needed When stage is well set So I walk the path That has been blazed by many Myself included I pull out a chair Order my pretzels and wings And watch my free shot Meal and bar same What of this night will be ours? Butterflies and songs? What stakes have you claimed? Will the music reveal lines Threaded throughout notes? For me they are high Have been since you have been gone I(we?) bet dark horses

Hope By Light Of Day

Buried in season The seed of the tree of life A blessing in bloom For these same eyes see The branches and roots of life Without seeing death The man acts a fool For love one risks perceptions And reputation Not an easy task A complicated status But heaven's first fruits The gardener knows not How the first green shoots emerge But can make it so Wise yet full of faith Wisdom does not walk alone Nor toil in vain So trust the vine grows Have faith God edifies it All while watering Good land and daylight A quiver full of arrows Is Hope bloomed in youth

Phoenix Dream Anniversary- Montage of Near Misses and A Critical Hit

I finish listening to the song at my place, "Trees" still on my mind. My thoughts go freeform, flowing without resistance, back to my school days when this world's potential felt so much more tangible and unknown all at once. I hear her ask "what did you think of the song?" and my mind sparks to reconcile these differences I am suddenly aware of. I am no longer strictly at my place, but I am at my place and the room from my dream, and The Phoenix's room all at once. Where my mom once sat The Phoenix sits instead, and instead of making a positive remark on another woman's song, the woman sitting here now asks what I thought of her own. "I really enjoyed it, somehow so familiar, although I cannot recall where precisely I had heard it from before. To be honest, from my perspective, it may have been one of those memories which was made now, but embedded itself into my past; still, I would not mind if that is what it had done." She gives me a famili...

Wilderness Mirage Revisited In Time

In a puff of smoke What then appeared to be real Stood where real had been Happy ending rushed A stoicism stalled it Though held deep within What use are these dreams If that's all they'll ever be? I need something real A town to call home Lined with carefully paved roads Where we've made the rules Where we make the rules With careful cobblestones laid That lead to our door A home to call ours Not some slick simulation Not some borrowed light So smoke reminded Lingering taste on my tongue That we were not done This {ha(d/s)}{is} just begun Like throat cleared before speaking All (these years apart) Done

I Saw Stars- Time In Reverse

So I wrote this post around this time last year or the year before- an image of cars trying to t-bone my soulmate's car, like I could picture them waiting just outside line of sight in this foggy intersection for any rule to be broken, so they had enough leeway to initiate a wreck. The story ended up being a kind of brazen display of will on my end, a challenge left unanswered as she and I basically left, after turning the broken red light green. More recently Billie Eilish put out the NDA music video, which utilizes the same imagery of the cars seeming to be seeking a wreck, but her representation is at night- instead of a foggy intersection, a road, but many many cars seen, rather than only pictured just out of sight. I was just thinking, in that song she says "I saw stars." with such feeling, and it really struck me. From a typical perspective, it seems that one could see stars just by looking up at night, but it seemed like she was aware of this perspective gap and wa...

'Twixt Sun And Moon

Let's get outta here Between candle and mirror Mirrorball and flame In good faith resigned Only desperate darkness claims To still have a chance In truth, we have none Our seeds buried within love That life might renew Though branches and roots Of this tree forever sung See dirt differently One life, one life's end If song is neverending Could notes change these views? Would we want them changed? Is there someway to rewind Should such scenes not please? The moon overflows Brimming like a cup of wine The sun nearly tied Tongue tied to an end These vows ferment within flesh Where's my blushing bride?

Roller Coaster Daydream

The very first string Would I want to know what price Was paid for this role? To be my first glimpse Into a realm of wonder Before it was grasped To be the one grasped When fingers finally felt form Before I transformed Forever my Muse Once set, all the angles played An accord secured Glimpse of a bargain One I thought could never be Between (you) and me Do not feel this rushed Seconds slowed, all lines made clear Just as was before Sorry for the wait May I console or wait with, These strings now secured? Truly Aside Set Bad habits exchanged for you Solitude for Love

Wistful Monday Moon Watching

Though many wild missteps mark my miles, metering mistakes by minutes 'neath the full moon; wheel, my wheel, winds onward, wishing will wins out o'er wit and witlessness, without wound.

The Triangulating Invisible Laser

I had another strange experience today while in bed, hoping for rest (I have had some insomnia/strange sleep cycles/etc. recently). While still distinctly awake I felt and heard a kind of vibration near the foot of my bed, coupled with what felt like a heat. I didn't think much of it, it lasted only a second and seemed to shift slightly as it did; I chalked it up to pre-dream/lim line hallucination. Then only a minute or so later it happened again, this time right by my head, and the effect was much more apparent than the first. As what seemed like a non-visible spectrum laser hummed and warmed near my ear in a slight arc, I got this sense of excitement. It felt as though someone was trying to hit me with this laser, as if triangulating my position from my responses to things here from deep space/a remote position in the multiverse.  Looking at the event in this light, while it seemed that such a thing could easily cause more anxiety, as if someone were targeting me with a weapon, ...

Quotes and Thoughts from The Artful Escape

From The Artful Escape  *** SPOILERS THROUGHOUT*** "If someone knows the road you're on, they cannot help but wonder where it leads." I feel like this game is gonna be full of quotes; it may have been already and I just missed some, but as of now I'm keeping notes. Consider them all paraphrased though, as they often come when I least suspect it, and interrupting the action so immediately would be unsavory.  "An artist's job is not to give something that they want, it's to give them something they could never have imagined." This one reminds me of the quote I saw in Mind Fields (Dedication/Quotes page- Karl Kraus) "Only he is an artist who can make a riddle out of a solution." After all, at the end of the day, what can you get for someone who has (and knows) everything? "The Lumiere Violente" The name of this place feels like it ties in so well with other stories along the way, and the French feels important. I am reminded of Tener...

Timing Aside- Enigmatic

"Play as if your wildest dreams were now memories" Now that's a great line- The Artful Escape (I may have added "wildest," there was a lot going on at the time). This reminds me of watching something not long ago, where I caught a glimpse of a bet made in advance, and the stakes won before the event really began. I could see it in her eye, I could see it in her eye, so beautiful I thought to watch it through twice. The only pain tied to such beautiful moments are seeing the spark of recognition in her, knowing what all she is capable of in those places, and not having her here with me immediately after. At least I could sense some chains were loosed and slipped, even if it escaped me as to how. I cannot wait to hear her version of these things in full.

L¤ve a(s)/a(nd) Curr(e)nts-(e)

Though tangible and likely even downright scientific in nature, it feels as though in order to grasp the fullness of these topics at hand The Bard must be called out, or at least called on, to weave the appropriate level of nonsense into a topic seemingly so jarring yet also like it makes perfect sense (subconsciously) because it must, from all those refracted angles and faded echoes we have seen. "The topic is love as currency; would you say you've seen, such trades of flesh or blood for the comforts the working of flesh can bring? Why toil with longsuffering every possession from cold void, when an exchange might be made better suited? We haven't all the skill to be the best of all kinds of fields, and we certainly have not here the time.  The exchange of value along hypothetical lines or placeholding markers is nothing new, but what do these lines represent?  Currencies show currents, see? Channels set to direct the flow. They can be roots to bring life, or a web to ent...

Perpetually Charmed

The thing I wrote last night about the agreement in the space between heartbeats- the idea that there is a realm where a perpetual dance is being performed at all times in order to avoid the collapse of the shared structure of love- reminded me of another scenario I had pictured some amount of time back. In this realm two great wizards (a joker and the thief, a magician and illusionist, etc. etc.) had each realized that there must be lines along which love is compulsive for much the same reason as the necessity of the lines where love was freely chosen. These complex limit functions held in place this(these) kaleidoscopic, fractal, perhaps endless, structure(s) of love, giving tangibility that would not otherwise be known in experience, life seeming more like sleepwalking or even just sleeping when love is not in the picture. These wizards each watched time go by in sad seclusion, unwilling to compel love themselves, unwilling to agree that such a step could be required. One day they c...

A Hand Clasped In The Storm

So he pulled a hand from the storm. The hand was a lover pulled out of chaos. He was so happy for the one who had been pulled out. She persisted and they lived happily, but from time to time he could glimpse the storm in her eye. He could tell she had not left it, and it had not left her. She had been rarified in the tide, to be sure, but the waves never subsided. Just as he had seen a hand extended to be saved, he now glimpsed another standing beneath his love, shoulders to her feet, overwhelmed and overwashed, but hoping she would be saved, sacrificing what he had to see it so. It was this one she felt from time to time, unable, on some level unwilling, to separate, for she knew he shared her soul in a way. She knew the chaos she still wrestled was the chaos he knew well. While a hand pulled from the mass could be like a dream, the mass remained a nightmare. While she could count herself a lucky one, she knew he would be counted a loss. Just as he needed her, she needed him, and so h...

Agreement In The Space Between Heartbeats

The other evening a thought popped into my head, one I felt like I had heard from years prior, but it may have been from something like a dream- like it was in the realm of the parley and/or of mind control. Essentially it was known that those that love each other would intentionally measure their breath and heartbeat and speech and pauses in speech such that they all happened in syncopated fashion, like a subconscious concert. This was because if one were to make an error in interaction, an error that might cause a coercion and harm love, the next beat of the heart, or breath, etc, could override or interrupt the process of the thought pattern forming. It was a lovely reminder, although now seeming like its place was likely not held in any mainstream publication here. Perhaps I applied my own reasoning to an effect that has been noticed in psychology in the interactions between lovers and others of those that love each other before, but where the reasons why these patterns can be seen...

Sonnet of Longsuffering and Longer Joy

In approaching love, where does one begin? Beats measured not by clock but by season On any given note one's heart claimed in The right pair of eyes, pinned without reason And these many words feel insufficient How does a single topic confound so? Even structure, of Bard's Tongue proficient Stands stunned at times beneath blanket of snow How long would one wait for a tree of life? Seed to bury to bear witness to bloom Is not the first sprout worth all price and strife? Any price hope's seeker could bear assume? The sun will not resign until these ends Sunlight cracks for love of family and friends

Steel Eyed Gaze

I wish I could say it was all like a haze I have fallen apart more times than I can count But I feel love is incomplete with a crutch And so I have a habit of tossing them aside I fall, crawl, and risk it all Pleading with myself to pull out of this spin The dominoes fall into place though I feel them lining up beyond the lim Then one day I clench my fist As before, but now a layer added Like a wall between impulse and action Many times pictured, but now somehow felt Grace has shown me the stakes, always folding As I crumble, a surrender, a punch pulled, I survive This time I can feel how the deck is stacked And in certainty of victory I set my face It's not that I don't feel anything It's that I feel there is too much waiting for me So resolve now allows for pain plainly felt Though the tides rise, the ship keeps pace I feel the crew rushing to their posts So many times before we have done this "This time feels different" echoing on the wind But something about t...

Tulip

Broadening bouquet Unexpectedly rooted Divergent Lily  Anemoia brass Sepia and glitter bronze Yellow and golden These daydream visions Either perfectly precise Or well studied for For I flew to Hope Expecting rose and lilies But found a tulip A tulip found me A spotlit humility Sunlit crimson blush While I pine away Flowers still exist at night Waiting for the sun Do they watch the moon? Glad for any reflection While the wheel turns? With a word(glance), rules set New like floral arrangements Blessing the garden 

The Secret Group of Hope

I glimpsed something last night in bed, though unable to really sleep. It was basically a secret group dedicated to ensuring the world remains stable, but it did so by maintaining its sense of hope. It seemed like it was a secret part of another group- a larger group but still secret- that was focused on simply maintaining the order of the world, with no consideration for the happiness, hope, or even satisfaction of those in it. It seemed like in this scenario I may have been part of the latter group at first. It seemed I was aware that there was this other group out there, but their reputation was that they could brainwash you in a moment, so the utmost care was always taken to avoid interaction with them; this was difficult, given that these were two deeply intertwined clandestine groups. From time to time it seemed one of the hopeless group's ranks were lost, or it was discovered one had been turned, seemingly regardless of their degree of loyalty to the cause up to that point. ...

Another Puzzle Like Japheth's Vow?- 2 Samuel 13

I am wondering now if this is a reality crafting type puzzle, at it seems to be to me: 2 Samuel 13:27-33 But Absalom urged him, so he sent with him Amnon and the rest of the king’s sons. Absalom  ordered his men, “Listen! When Amnon is in high spirits from drinking wine and I say to you, ‘Strike Amnon down,’ then kill him. Don’t be afraid. Haven’t I given you this order? Be strong and brave.”   So Absalom’s men did to Amnon what Absalom had ordered. Then all the king’s sons got up, mounted their mules and fled. While they were on their way, the report came to David: “Absalom has struck down all the king’s sons; not one of them is left.”   The king stood up, tore his clothes and lay down on the ground; and all his attendants stood by with their clothes torn. But  Jonadab son of Shimeah, David’s brother, said, “My lord should not think that they killed all the princes; only Amnon is dead. This has been Absalom’s express intention ever since the day Amnon rape...