Cool it, kid.
Slow it down, just for a second.
Pay attention, Son, there’s a lot to see.
Trust me, Young Poet. We’ve done all this before.
Trust you, Saviour. You already know what to do.
Just take things one step at a time. You can do that–you’re a Sage.
There is a feeling–it is Nature calling. Will you listen? Will you hear?
There is an image–it is culture unfolding. Will you look? Will you see?
There is a song–it is the Logos singing from the depths of your soul. Will you feel? Will you know?
Don’t like where you’re at? No problem, God. There are always other ways of being.
Don’t like this direction, Sage? No worries, Saviour. Where next?
Let’s stumble forward together, shall we, Great Poet?
Let’s climb the branches of eternity, shall we?
Look around, Son. What else is there to do?