The Smile of the Unvanquished

The wind howls infernally cold in the night its voice hollow and crooked spats the cries of decomposing souls lost in the maze of the past. The living must take their chance, out of the funnel, forcefully, or friable soil under their steps will drag them into the pinning echo of yestertime's horrors, when courage and patience slip. Reduced to slaves once man risks to be no more than troughs for hellspawn while acerbic defiance makes us but eat crow and in illusive hurt lies only the consecration of glorified redundancy.

Some reconstructed quotes by the British monk Pelagius defending man's freedom of will and the place of God in it: http://www.seanmultimedia.com/Pie_Pelagius_Defense_Of_The_Freedom_Of_The_Will.html Replace his Biblical God by the Ultimate Reality, the Logos, the Buddha, Tao, etc and it still make sense and be acceptable. I wonder where we stood today if Pelagianism or Celtic Christianity had prevailed in stead of the teaching of Augustine, which had Middle Eastern dualism and austerity sneak into European culture. For instance, our notion of death and dying would have been so different. Goethe's Stirb, Und Werde (Die and Become) would root out the fright and taboo that surrounds death and in stead, regarded it as a natural process to become more than life bounded by its rules and limitations, yet having them used to a type of existential upbreeding. If one would apply the Indo-european tripartite as context, the Father (Sky, Ultimate Reality, That-Which-Is) quickens us in the w