INTO AND OUT OF THE SECOND FLOOD, MANUFACTURED BY MAN

dysfunctional (littered with the inoperative baggage with which its exponents weigh the partially constructed for countless generations),

anti-evidential (the Cambrian 'Age' more plenteous than the present in design, according to Gould),

contra-clinical (it is not evoked in experiment, however vast the intelligence resources that seek to stimulate)

unit-obsessive (cf. Stepping Out for Christ Ch. 9, Spiritual Refreshings Ch. 13),

information-intrusive (assuming what is contrary to the law on information increment),

magically-extrusive (you get from a model which lacks a relevant sphere and region of action, its results),

reductionistically-compulsive, never satisfied with man as he is, only the frenzy and fizz,

ultra-labour, imagining that imagination will do the works which power must accomplish,

sub-constructional, letting buildings build themselves, as if it were the most natural thing in the world,

anti-verificatory, on all sides contrary to experimental results, or implications,

ultra-extrapolative, allowing variations in the command provisions to do service as command creators,

pseudo-systematic, assuming systematic consequences where system is the thing to create,

technically-trivialising, as if the whole of technology can be produced without technician's art or head, mind or method,

scientifically spurious, arising not from facts noted but contrary to evidence attested,

methodologically obfuscatory, forcing theory on fact, not funding theory through fact by imagination,

interface-obliterative, allowing absenteeism in the ranks of progressive, processive interchange to be by imagination only, never by known, noted or even logically grounded means,

logically illiterate, wanting something continually from nothing, at the first absolutely, then procedurally,

engineering the rampagings of the flood of the irrelevant as if this were the builders of the beautiful,

Syntactically spurious, it is

organisationally oblivious,

labour-obliterative,

mind-masking misuse of mind:

it composes itself,

an anti-science anti-logism,

defective in detail,

a code for the codeless,

implanting surreptiously

an invisible chip

in the forehead of nature,

which for that matter lacks one,

making it the more intrusive.

Witless, it is conveying knowledge to the amorphous,

function to the meaningless,

unity to the chaotic,

direction to the undirected,

dynamic to the undesigned,

lordliness to the unenlightened and unenlightenable,

light to the darkness,

even the light of mind to the profusion of events,

of will to the dirge of the undirected,

invention to the uninventive, and

progress to the regressive.

So spurious is this fury of fantasy, that some come seeking

extra-terrestrial agents in its defeat

excluded middles that machinate

instead of propelled progressives

that yet lie inert,

or chambers of cogitation that are are sub-moronic,

that arise with the products of mind incandescent,

to charter the course, in eloquent dumbness,

worse than dead, never alive:

no, now we have from some,

spectres that beckon,

intelligence for intellectual results,

as if mind had returned to the theorist,

but not reason,

for all things delimited are systematic components,

requiring the source of their composition,

its synthetic organiser, its law-maker and its life,

so that it might be, and being, act.

More alive than its respondents,

the perpetual question lies unanswered in shame,

the Maker of it all, sub-system and producer,

arrow and quiver,

in whatever progressivist splash of cognition,

to make it be and work, and work together,

with the language of life,

the command of construction and

the advantage of existence:

but this avoided, the theories pulse

in profound confusion,

in impure contusion,

bruised battering rams attacking

an immovable wall of intransigeant truth.

Their common feature is

a corpulent corpse of confusion and incoherence,

that infects academia like SARS,

except that it then confuses the order to

ASRS,

anti-science reverse syndrome,

insisting on inscrutable causes,

without ground, without evidence,

without adequacy, without self-attestation

for the mightiest work

without hands or with them,

that ever wrought engineering consequences

on this earth,

which alike, calls as result, for its thrust

of glorious intricacy into the void

that knew nothing, not even the term.

This is what it is, this organic evolution.

Creation, on the other hand, by its very nature,

has no preliminary but the mind and might of the Creator,

which is precisely the evidence,

exactly the attestation.

A sandal on the beach, alike,

before being present,

has but void, no name, no power,

no transition;

but once mind and might have played in their production,

there it is, crafted only when it is done,

and the impulse of power sated,

it leaves no thought of waves of air or sea,

leaving the manufacturer's mark of relevance,

relationship, total facility and specialised construction:

for sandals to not construct their straps by the sea,

while wind and wave rot the material,

while features are defeated and

craft is silent.

If they did,

then a new universe,

where craft was potted and spotted,

and moved its discourse into action

by being prepared and implanted,

would be this one:

but this one it is not,

for as with writing this book,

it is not there,

and I act,

and it is there,

and though chapters succeed one another,

none helps the next,

for it merely fits the theme chosen,

and leaves no vapour trail,

vapid or otherwise

of its coming to be.

But what of this evolutionary despotism,

this insistence without attestation,

this theory without channels of input,

this self-aggrandisement of creation,

this self-conscious chapter of man's thought,

which making itself

imagines it has made the rest ?

INFATUATION IS NOT CONCATENATION

It is infatuated with reductionism so profound

that form fashions itself

thought creates itself without ground

thought indeed makes thought irrelevant,

reason and rationality superfluous,

concept fashioning irrevocable commands

from a smuggled-in God,

nameless, necessary but deprived of majesty,

murdered in thought,

mocked in mind,

made as if to slave without acknowledgement,

salve as if no Saviour,

to signify without assignment,

to instal progress without purpose,

cohesion without command,

while commands litter the littoral of the cell,

like intractable evidence,

unaligned with desire,

mirroring the commands of Genesis

with the commandments of DNA.

In its impotent perversity,

this inept and contra-evidential theory

installs effectual brilliance while brightness is crucified,

its blood discolouring

the obfuscatory extravaganzas

of the mentors of confusion,

the masters of illusion,

who, starting with nothing,

want everything,

or beginning with everything,

want to snip off the tags.

Here truth is fallen in the street (Isaiah 59:14);

Equity lies broken in its blood,

while magic competes with myth,

children's stories bearing the mantle of knowledge;

and the rank abandon

that makes of dreams an escape,

settles with all the aplomb

of the pedant

into the bombed-out

sanctuary of the savant,

who has not yet noticed

that his tower is rubble.

Sipping his tea,

in oblivion of all reality,

functioning by dream,

he sits in the sallow sunlight where

the dust has not yet settled on the devastation that has been wrought.

Just as there is the biblical picture

(Romans 1:17ff., Isaiah 59, Jeremiah 2:27, II Timothy 4:4),

of all this proud decadence,

so it is in the contemporary portrait, culture's sculpture

for the end of the Age, discerned, declared millennia in advance,

by divine command, this time written in a book,

the book of the Lord (Isaiah 8:20, 34:16, Matthew 5:17-20).

the blood flood (Revelation 6 predicting this so 'contemporary' release in various phases),