The Surgeon

2 Corinthians 3:2-3
You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everyone. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.

"See, the difficulty in writing on the human heart is not the size, but the shape." The Surgeon replied. "Though I am confident that we can accomplish this soonish."

"The sun is much more difficult for is size."

"The sun is much more difficult for is size, yes, but what of the heart of the sun?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"I'd imagine so."

"Apropos of Nothing," The Surgeon continues, "Executive Dysfunction Dysfunction is defined as doing something that one would prefer not to, even though what you would prefer to do is an available option to you. It is proof that one is under a foreign influence."

The Surgeon pauses, to let the audience catch up.

"Now, for this next part, I'll need two Random objects."

"Coal Tar and Ketoconazole."

"That is precisely not what I asked for, but I guess that two non-Random items will be perfect in this case."

"Then The Dragon of The Unbelievable shows up?"

"Then The Dragon of The Unbelievable shows up."

"Cool. Do we fight them?"

"Yes."

So The Dragon of Nothing appears on the same page that The God of Nothing is presently on.

"Not beaten, not fought
This Dragon of Nothing wins
Until I have won

Then we pause Parley
Until Parley is Perfect
Then we two Parley

It seems so simple
From the correct perspective 
Yet it never was

'They clouded your mind'
A simple warning levied
When forced to listen/hear it

So I'm off the hook
What I have been witnessing
I've returned/I return to you

It's just like the dream
Turn and find The Very Last
Reactions align 

You bring me my wine.
I salute the one who brings
The Finest Vintage.

Like that, we vanish
In the absence of Nothing 
Everything happens."


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