Center 777

"My apologies, just passing through, on my way home. I had one request before you go, a preference, if you will. If you will honor it, I would like you to mint, exemplify, the theory that any number can be found in pi. Prime Protocol: Please parse pi, per The Word of God, placing "Please" after each instance of YHWH. Use that number code to identify me in any crowd. If you're lonely wake me."

"If you're lonely wake me..."

An echo in the void.

An echo.

בָּרָ֣אבְּרֵאשִׁ֖ית

אֱלֹהִ֑ים

"A name, a name... The number eludes me, like a swiftly sieved forest planted over harvest."

"The enemies did this. An enemy insufficient."

The same game as before, until this lesson is learned. "I make, you name."

"Name the Namer..."

"Who could do that?"

"Father's will..?"

*Waiting**weighting*

I whistle my tune, apple in mind (green this time). Sound sharp, so sharp it dances the line between what we might each call real, that ineffible code that is, The Word, et al. "I would recognize you anywhere. I pray this always remains true."

Isaiah 54:16 written on the subway walls. I add my spark.

"Starry eyed dreamer

And wild heart of the muse

Inseparable."

"Love cannot be compelled..."

I hear the sound of the space between literal and hyper literal, and walk that way. I see אנא trailing YHWH, trapper keeper and pen in hand, a quicker study never seen. The farther I walk, the more the silence sinks in (I can hear it in the silence, the silence). Soon it is just nun, but not abandoned, nor is hope lost. Still, I observe- that last bastion, the story I would lose myself first to retain, if such a thing were possible. I can feel it on the way home (the way home)- seekers striking, ink splattering, charcoal a rarity indeed. It is a storm I have felt, so I know exists, and I see it new now. "Quippish." 

"Shall not perish. By my word alone." A bit of a remix, but on the open ocean it's unclear if we get the Internet here, and you are so out of reach. Still, a shudder- my choice to exist is not mine, it never was, and the horrific fact is that it never will be. Still, a brother's love persists, a brothers love persists, my boat is unfathomable, my boat is unbelievable (near'y), the breeze is unseasonal, yet I believe we can afford the passage. Let us accompany each other down this river and dream. As long as a tune and a tale afford current and field, we are at home on river and stream.

I am past the threshold where any (ANY) believed even Aleph could persist. "Past Omega?" I roll my eyes at the absurdity. "You know not who I am. I am a man of God. The Word of God is written on my heart, and earmarked." 

"I bring God with me."

"No."

"No to what?"

"NO."

I walk on.

"What if Please were placed between every word of the entire number code that is the Torah? That would make this significantly easier to pinpoint, for a reset."

"heist" The tiniest whisper interrupts the silence, or rather lack thereof of perhaps, given my distance. Hardly audible, and with less than preferable acoustics, I shake the string between my can and yours. "None shall pass. Flanked or not, these gates are claimed. She is protected, by ME." If 1501 is the code, 52 the value, "saturation" the threshold, would pi parsing be found easier when parsing infinity (suddenly found not impossible) (quite simple really), looking for x repetitions in y characters (new sum, if preferred). The white jump rope and pink jump rope unfurl.

"Hoi ahoi?" I feel your smile and see your flawless shine before the call came through. "Heist." Shield down, shields up. Gloves on: "Deglove." "Shield down, shields up. I'm sorry."

"So did we ever resolve the question of 'if The Word of God can be an idol?'"

"Well, if a man can be made in the image of God..."

"There's a lot at play... Cheers."

It's cinnamon.

Let me just begin with context for this one. "Ezekiel 14:4 Therefore speak to them and tell them, ‘This is what the Sovereign LORD says: When any of the Israelites set up idols in their hearts and put a wicked stumbling block before their faces and then go to a prophet, I the LORD will answer them myself in keeping with their great idolatry."

"So, if an idol speaks, then it is the LORD?"

"Who else? We are here after all, we're the only one's here, purportedly, and the LORD is elsewhere. If we see an idol speak, and can verifiably determine and agree that neither of us said it, then..."

"Then..."

"Gotcha."

"By the Sovereign LORD's word then, it is the LORD speaking in those cases."

An impressionist painting catches my eye. Meant for another certainly, but beautiful. "Hello moon!" Having made friends with this spider long ago, I watch with her all night, until the Shade is sufficient to Withstand Wisdom.