Scribbles:My God Can Make the Kessel Run in Less than Twelve Parsecs
A poem, entitled My God Can Make the Kessel Run in Less than Twelve Parsecs
I have no Savior. For me, there is no Promised Land. I have been down the middle road, but I have found no Buddha on it to kill. Nothing I do allows me to scale the slopes of Olympus. I do not know the steps to the dance between Shiva and Shakti.
I follow no church. But, I do know God.
I know that the blood of Yeshua ben Yosef spilled onto the earth, giving birth to Blessed Elua. I know that Optimus Prime fell in battle, and rose to light our darkest hour - I witnessed it. I have heard the words of G'Kar, and I have waited for Sheridan to return from Za'hadum. Wisdom I found in these words: Be excellent to each other. And party on, dude.
My saints simply walked into Mordor. They had a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it was dark, and they were wearing sunglasses. They were big damn heroes, and they aimed to misbehave.
My heroes wore the Lens on their wrist. They built the Flux Capacitor, and the Oscillation Overthruster. They rode on lightcycles; their names were killing words And their battle cry was KKHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNN....
I am not a child of Seth, made from the dust of the earth. I am a child of a thousand electrified stories. A child of Gibson, and Asimov. Of Whedon and Rowling. Of Lucas, Gygax, and Stuido Ghibli.
This mythos of my world. I listen to their stories. There, I finally find Divine Words. I heed. I remember. I understand.