xvi. constitution

in the cemented stillness of things, we find ourselves questioning how creation starts and turns out: mud to clay to solid rock, seed to stem to massive tree, god to love to whatever life we choose. it all happens so fast, so slow, so sure, though we are not even sure if time is on our side, as highways stretch and buildings rise and dimensions can no longer be defined with x and y. change is a marvel we see everyday: love transforms, creatures are reformed, stars shift to finally align and heed us once more. and we opine perhaps why god did not allow any babels to stand or spiritual mutinies to last why he cast the curse of brevity to every idol and monument we erect, is because we will neither yearn for him nor learn to Build. Tags: constitution, initiazen, titans, initiations, doctormagnus