About Me

The more holy, the more messed up a man may be,
By convential standards at least.
What marvelous work to be as the godly king.
What marvelous work to be as the godly judge.
We may adulterate as David, or rut like Solomon.
As for Moses, he's a Levite, so his path was drenched in blood.
A whole army drowned, and half a tribe culled over a golden calf.
Perhaps, the more one seeks God, the more demons one has to cull.
Before Christ ascended to God, he did descend to hell.
Many may not understand, nor should they have to comprehend.
The godly man: those like David, Moses, and Solomon
They are ever-perfect in their ways,
So much as God Himself makes the crooked straight.
There is no good man who sins not.
It is the way of God that man rises above their wrongs
So much as the sacrifice of God is praised
Many in leiu of The Son forget
It is His way for man to be raised from the grave.
In whatever form, one can't stay dead forever.

And hello, My name is Tevada Dismas Pay-Pey. I write to keep my sanity. In regard, to the verse, I have my own thoughts regarding the matter, thoughts which are less than God's. I'll just note that perhaps touting a pen name as your real name would be bearing false witness. It's a good thing these names are my some of my actual names then. Dismas was the name I was baptized under, Tevada was the name some monks graced me with by birth, and Pay-Pey's just a nickname that lost its use.

If one needs a biographical sketch of myself: a meek, young, God-fearing man with sanity-breaking imaginations. He is of a minor stature, a pom amidst shepherds. A pair of heavy glasses fits his eyes. Tevada's blood be of celestial kind, though he makes his way in a land inhabited by Volsungs. His home sits in a frigid state in the American Midwest and he is a student at a mildly prestigous business school where people pass without studying. In between class the young man spends time pondering the madness of his imaginations. Of dreams and aspirations, Tevada aspires towards an easy life, where one labors little, yet gains much. From God he asks for this: A farm, a house far from other houses, a place to write, and fair quality of life. He does ask for people, but only asks to have God deal with them. Figured that if one really wanted to receive a person, they better receive them in a godly manner. Being well-read and traveled, Tevada has acquired the melancholy humors of a merc. He considers that there are many paths to get what one desires. Not all of those paths are desired, or rather than not desired they should not be desired by a godly man. Those days and languid nights where one only sins not because they know they can sin better. But why sin at all? Why do any wrong? Vicariously, the man has tasted the shortness of life. He knows of the days when men feared for their life, he knows of the days when men lived faster, for rather than live longer they died faster and so sought for themselves every thing of the world before they would part. Surely, it would have been better for some to have done nothing for the sake of God. In current times, he has perceived this thing, and whether good or evil he perceives only God can judge:


In the land of milk and honey,
They think they'll live forever.
White horses never touched their beach
They think they'll live forever.
Life is long. Stench of war's far gone.
Let us forget about God, they say.
We are prosperous by our own ways.

And by their own ways they kill, but are not increased.
By their own ways they whore, but are not increased.
The people in their whoredoms, have no increase.
They think themselves evolved, but they degenerate.

Can a merchant sell to an empty market?
Can the singer sing to an empty square?
A grave thing. Their origins, they forget.
Out of fear, they lie to themselves, they say they progress.

Insert Hobbes...
The Leviathan thinks to grow without growth.
It curbs the making of its own cells,
Yet Leviathian thinks to grow without growth.
Once, Leviathan was a small drake
Whose tail could barely stretch five hundred feet,
But by multiplying its own self,
The beast's wing now covers east and west.
But today, Leviathan no longer grows.
Leviathan only grows fat in its own mind.
It will enjoy its time in the plains
Until a much hungrier beast makes it game.

In sum, Tevada has been called a young man, but some days he doesn't feel like a young man. Much reading has made his soul old. Like one who is old, he has sought after God, and read Scripture from beginning to end. As such, he strives most to do the work which God has prepared so he may be at peace with himself beyond his own end. For himself and others he prays that God's heart, imaginations, and thoughts being greater than ours, that God be the master of all our days.

This should be the end of that biographical set. I am that I am. Now, I pray you are well. Having read the Bible front to back, it's the only worthy thing to do, even above one's own labors. Also, prayer restores one's sanity, so this site as The Lesser Word will have prayers for heart, soul, and mind. I have nothing else to say for now, so be well.