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The Lazarus Problem

If I have bid you “Rise, and make all human haste!” I really must apologize (for such a human waste), then turn a Father’s cheek. I was surprised to find at such accomplished heights (however bright and vanishing) the headway of my Earthly Tribe. It seems but yesterday that I first gave you leave to fly beyond the Garden’s harboring Green. What can it mean when all my favored progeny, and all the very best I’ve sent (to look and seek among the stars), return to me but cindered things? Of course, I wish alive again the very, very best of me, that I might prove a deity deserving of such offerings. But I prefer to re-invent, and make of cinders promises: Another band of reckless men, of singularly cunning sight, must rise and come and try again to find Me in the Night. 09 February, 2003 (For Columbia’s Seven)

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